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.
Frowning Frey
A mouthwatering scent crawled into Elero's tent and pulled her out of bed. Bleary-eyed. Yawning. The cold slapped her awake as she changed. She wished to be back within the four walls of her house, where a warm fireplace would always be burning. The distant memory sent a pang of guilt through her heart. 'How long has it been since I last saw my parents?' she thought.
The increasingly strong smell reminded her that she hadn't had breakfast, and she wandered out into the cold to find Olpi, who stirred the contents of a pot. She kept the flame low to let the others sleep in their tents for longer. She, like Elero, had woken before the sun.
"Good morning," Olpi greeted her.
Elero dragged her sleeping back next to the fire and sat on it. "Morning," she yawned. "Do you always wake up this early?"