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?~

CH size 1.2k~1.9 (depends on context) 
present tense= internal monologue
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Dawn- An age of Darkness

"Yes, I have. He's the archduke of Alfeim, so do pay some respect."

"Ar-argh- Archduke!" the guy squeaked some more and fell flat on the floor, prostrating a second later. "My humble apologies milord." His tone changed but his voice did not.

I really hoped this was just a joke but unfortunately it wasn't.

"It's okay. You can get up." I didn't have time for this, anyway. And I couldn't do anything about his voice either. So I just had to roll with it.

"Thank you, milord." All this lord business was kind of getting on my nerves but I couldn't do anything about it either.

Argh. The sheer amount of things I couldn't do anything about were just increasing and increasing.

When the hell would my life get better?

I gave the earl a glance. "Why are we here again?" I grinded my teeth.

The legendary barrel: spear?