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

"Why the hell did you have to open your damn mouth?"

There were two pyres in this place illuminating four cells.

Only one guard was here while the rest of the three cells were pretty much empty.

The smell though- rot, blood and filth.

In contrast, even some forests smelled better than this place.

"We got in, didn't we?" The girl tried to smile but yeah, I wanted to punch her.

But I couldn't, since my hands were shackled.

When they were about to capture us, I wanted to fight back but, the girl had whispered she had a plan and I had to let them arrest us.

But now, now I just felt stupid.

Reason being, I couldn't use mana. These shackles had some sort of mana-binding property.

"Pipe it down, you two!" The guard banged on the bars, spat on the ground, and again just turned his back.

Straight ahead!