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.
Takeoff
Olpi inhaled a lungful of crisp, morning air, and looked away from the looming beast in front of her. It took in her scent, its warm breath billowing her robe. She was glad to know that Wyverns couldn't breathe fire, but that didn't mean that it could not kill her in the blink of an eye. 'Wyverns are supposed to be smaller versions of dragons, but I can't imagine anything bigger than this,' she thought. 'How does someone even tame a beast like this?'
"Do not look them in the eyes," Sir Zashil warned. He sat atop one of the four Wyverns prowling the campsite.
The Wyvern's slitted eyes sat behind its fanged jaw, watching her, this tiny morsel, tip-toe towards its tail. It seemed to grow nervous. It fluttered its wings and shuffled back on its two legs. Olpi paused, lowered her head, and continued.
Sir Zashil whistled twice. The scales along the Wyvern's head shifted flat. It lowered its head into Olpi's hand. "I trained that one myself."