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

This sword- was a bit bigger than the mystic blade. It had a lot of engravings on its handle- a dragon reaching for the sun while two snakes intertwining around the dragon.

The actual sword looked just like the Mystic blade but glowed more and for some reason definitely felt sturdier.

"Try this." The pig grabbed something behind the counter with its mouth and threw it at me.

A rather bland scabbard but perfect. Also, kind of slimy. "EW." But yeah. It was a perfect fit. "So, you combined all three?" I sheathed the sword and put it on my belt.

'Where the hell am I gonna wipe this?'

This sword was my lifeline. My confidence.

And now that I got it back- I felt great again. 'Another step closer.'

A token of trust