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~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

The wind blew past me. The wood in the fire cracked and burned. I could feel the sadness of the dead.

But I wasn't such a hypocrite to claim I could understand their pain.

"Sad I know. That is why the undead hate the living. That's when Trerortra sent down the angels to control the undead and save the people. And Ashirnae came to be hated by the same people who he did everything for."

I chuckled in frustration. "So in the end humans were the root of all evil just like the gods have been saying all along."

Ven stayed quiet. Lianne and Alisa didn't talk much either.

"But even so, the gods were stupid. If they knew how humans were, then they shouldn't have done any of that and just stayed as they were. Then none of this would have happened. There would be no undead, there would be no grand monsters, there would no problems," Servesta said, eyes closed.

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