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
You can follow me on twitter@nr_yet
Or on Instagram @nr_yet1208
Or perhaps join my Discord Server and have a blast talking about novels? https://discord.gg/FUzyEwmZmj

Ps. Everything is just fiction.

Dawn- An age of Darkness

I spent the next few hours in the spring. The water was warm and comfortable.

There were separate baths for men and women, so I was free to use mine. Since I smelled and all, no one from the guys' side even bothered to come with me. I had no qualms though. As long as I got soap and water, I was fine with everything.

But was it me or was this smell not going away?

Our equipment would be washed by the maids, while though they did say they'd wash my body too, I declined. For both their and my sake.

As for my ring, I checked inside, and there was a bit of residue smell, but that was about it. All that left was my body and I had a feeling even if I didn't do anything, the smell would eventually go away. Sure didn't stop me from bleaching the hell out of my skin though.

There was no bleach here, so I just rubbed the soap. There was a lot, and I repeat, a lot of soap bars here.

Maybe mortals really are-