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

It was a two-story jump. But that would have been the case if I'd jumped straight to the middle but sadly I'd jumped right in the middle of the hobgoblins: it was more like I fell there but oh well. Yay, more fun for me. I wasn't excited for this in the least though.

But as the hobs attacked, one thing became obvious: my speed. I was at least twice or perhaps even three times faster now. And with the extra arm, I could use my knife. So killing the slowly moving hobs wasn't a problem. But I couldn't waste my time with these while the little girl was still being pinned to the ground.

But strangely I felt accustomed to this speed. I didn't know why but something didn't feel right about this power. Something felt… off.

I run for the center stage while clearing up a path. My descent was fast and swift. The hobs and the mages were too shaken up to know what was happening. So cutting them and clearing a path was a lot easy. At last easier than I thought.

To fall or not to fall, that is the question