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The Soul Keeper

The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death. As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me? Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else. The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me. The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death. My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear? Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this time appear before me. “DEATH”, in the pale blue font the game always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long time of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over. I had died. This was the end of my story. Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat. * * * Cover art by me * * * We have a discord! Come say hi, chat with me and receive updates on status of my novels! https://discord.gg/2EFthae7XR * * * This story is my submission for the 2020 Webnovel Spirity Awards.

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Crimson Dawn (4)

My blade stopped mid air as I beat my wings and put some distance between me and Uriithe. My gaze snapped towards the source of the voice – the blonde priestess standing on the far side of the Plaza.

Her white and golden dress fit her perfectly. Despite the wind tugging at her clothes and blowing her hair around, she looked near perfect – just like a puppet of Uriithe would look like.

"…Alina?" I heard Vincent mumble as the last of the Ereth soldiers was felled by Fetheion. The young man stumbled towards her, only to be stopped by Erik.

"Is it true, Alina?" The young paladin asked, his voice heavy, his expression dark. "Were you the one who killed Kai?"

The treacherous priestess tightened her grasp around her golden staff. "I killed a demon who had fallen to darkness!" She shouted, her voice echoing throughout the city. "The same demon who failed to save Samantha!"

Vincent flinched. He glanced at me, only to see my flames flare up.