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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.

Dweia · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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A Name From Legend

I stared at him in confusion, then my eyes lit up. "Wait-"

"Yes, the legendary scholar of old." Fetheion glanced at the sword. "His achievements are too many to count right now, but it's safe to say that he was a strong person." He hesitated. "A strong mind who didn't completely succumb to the corruption." His voice turned bitter. "It's a shame to see his magical prowess was what remained, instead of his brilliance."

I couldn't help but feel awkward. Did Fetheion know him in person? "And you're sure the corrupted demon we killed was Dorith?" I asked. I needed to be sure. 

"Yes," Fetheion nodded as he reached down and took my sword in hand. "Don't you have his memories?" 

I sighed. "Bits and pieces." It was a relief not to have all of his memories. "I don't think his soul is…." I hesitated. How could I put this into words? "I don't know if he even has the rest of his memories anymore."