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.
Wear and Tear
Frey's eyes were glued to the sled as he raced out into the open, but a familiar chime stopped him in his tracks. His gaze locked onto a familiar toy. 'Is that…Arte's?' he thought.
His hesitation cost him, alerting the goblins to his presence. Their shrill cries dragged him back to reality. Half of them turned tail and ran with the sled while the other half knocked arrows to their bows.
A few months prior…
Frey tossed and turned in his sleep, his blankets drenched in a cold sweat. "No," he muttered. The year-long war had ended but the bruise on his back, Ashtehar's parting gift to him, was still painfully fresh.
"You weren't strong enough, Frey," an accusing voice rang out in the darkness. "You were weak."
"Hopi, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"
A soft chime cut through the nightmare. It was so clear and crisp, as if it had lifted the pillow off Freys' ears. Frey's eyes cracked open, and he found himself no longer trapped within his recurring nightmare.