A Bored Lich
"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload three chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1000+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.
Maker's Punishment
Doevm sat at the foot of the bed, took in a deep breath, and called out a name: "Maker."
A few seconds passed with no visible change, and just as Doevm was about to call for her again, he sensed a subtle distortion in reality, like a tremor along a spider's thread.
Bar patrons drinking and cursing beneath the floorboards fell dead quiet. One by one the dust particles, careless dancing in the stale air, turned rigid under flickering light crystals which, in the intervals between light and dark, grew brighter. Doevm's shadow was repeatedly thrown onto the ground then swallowed within a sea of black, weaker with each interval. It dove away from its apathetic owner towards the door. Suddenly Maker was there, and Doevm's shadow was not.
Maker was as radiant as ever in her usual white dress, her flawless appearance more doll-like than human as her dainty feet hovered above the dirty floorboards. She was radiant, beautiful, and as dangerous as they come.