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

Daarc's body flowed with the water.

He wasn't conscious and he didn't suffocate. Neither were true.

The water gently guided him forward- deep within- deep in the darkness.

It wasn't that Daarc wasn't conscious, no- it was more like he couldn't care less. He was just staring at the distant waters, no light in his eyes. And it wasn't that he wasn't suffocating either- he just wasn't breathing.

The sound of the flowing water didn't quite reach his ears and he didn't have any thought whatsoever.

His arm had stopped bleeding. Mostly because he didn't have any blood left. His eyes had a red tint- he wasn't alive.

He just lost everything and living itself, was meaningless. He wanted revenge but he knew that wasn't possible.

He was still holding the broken handle of the mystic blade. He wanted to just throw it in the water- but- he didn't.

Meaningless