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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Dawn- An age of Darkness

"I'm his disciple. I was sent to you by him."

It felt really weird to say that. Then again, could I have really counted myself a disciple?

Didn't matter now, cause I already said it anyway.

"Say, what? That geezer? A disciple? Hmm?" He looked over me, examined me, and a second later. "I guess appearances could be deceiving-" He closed his eyes and a second later I felt bloodlust. A sword flew straight for my eye in an instant as he slowly but surely got up. It seemed slow as adrenaline pumped but I knew for a fact he wasn't slow.

I was always carrying a second sword on my hip and it didn't take much effort to bring it up and block him- but just barely. I was really, really glad I practiced with Joanne- otherwise, I could have never been able to block that.

There’s a price for everything