"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.
Frey's metal boots left deep impressions as he stomped onwards. Over the course of a half-hour, the sled had become more of a burden to his shoulders than a help. It was slight, but he noticed that he was exhaling larger puffs of air. He did not care if he got a bit tired. He needed that firewood; the only problem being that there was not enough around. Stacked onto his sled were mere sticks and twigs. They would not last an hour. He glanced up at the sun, and grimaced.
"How did this happen," he muttered under his breath. Had he not trained to be stronger? Why was it, then, that it seemed like he could not protect those he needed to protect. He couldn't give a damn about Gwen, but little Arte. Now, he might fail Elero too.
"You must protect your family, no matter what." The memory of his grandfather's words echoed in his head, as if accusing him of weakness.