Nr_Yet1208

~In a world where death is everywhere and the gods do nothing, living is hardly a blessing. The dark realm- the gods call this world. 
One day or rather one night, a young man- Daarc Green, finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest. He is hunted by goblins and then the undead. But wasn't he in his room all this time? And why would these things come after his life? Things didn't make sense but he marched deeper into the forest and met a statue of an angel.
Will he survive to tell the tale?~

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Dawn- An age of Darkness

Water dripped from the ceiling, down to my face. I woke up with a terrible sting on my shoulder.

I had been in a similar situation before, but this time the ceiling was made of rock. And instead of a door, there were metal bars.

Never thought I'd miss that boat of all things.

I groaned as I tried to move: I couldn't. I lay on a black crystal floor covered with soft fabric.

Someone was there in the next cell. It was dark and pyres burned. I couldn't see his face but his voice sounded younger than mine.

As more and more of my senses came back, the pain increased, and gradually I could hear the pyre's burning and distant murmurs.

With some more moans and groans, I tried to sit up. My body was mummified; the bandages were everywhere with the exception of my face. To no one's surprise I was missing a precious thing; an arm. My fuzzy memories came back to haunt me.

I’m not alone?