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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present tense= internal monologue
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Dawn- An age of Darkness

I was more than just relieved. Seeing me like that eased up Lianne and the others.

"Bring the former duke," I whispered.

Lianne and the others made haste with the preparations and the duke was brought in front of the dragon. I never really memorized his name. I didn't want to either.

Suffice to say he had a rather satisfying look on his face. Satisfying for me that is. "Bu-but how! Lord Ashirnae!"

"He ain't going to save ya, buddy." I kicked his butt and slammed him towards Xerphas. The way Xerphas grinned actually made me almost feel pity for the guy. The former duke screamed loudly, emptying his bladder before passing out.

Never knew dragons could smirk. And I also never knew their smirks could be so damn frightening.

Xerphas looked at me. "Give me your name."

Let’s negotiate harder