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~In a world where death is everywhere and the gods do nothing, living is hardly a blessing. The dark realm- the gods call this world. One day or rather one night, a young man- Daarc Green, finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest. He is hunted by goblins and then the undead. But wasn't he in his room all this time? And why would these things come after his life? Things didn't make sense but he marched deeper into the forest and met a statue of an angel. Will he survive to tell the tale?~ CH size 1.2k~1.9 (depends on context) present tense= internal monologue You can follow me on twitter@nr_yet Or on Instagram @nr_yet1208 Or perhaps join my Discord Server and have a blast talking about novels? https://discord.gg/FUzyEwmZmj Ps. Everything is just fiction.
Eternal darkness. She was in eternal darkness. There was no light, no air, no nothing. And yet she was living, or perhaps she was long dead. But her consciousness never faded. Perhaps she herself was eternal.
The world had long forgotten her. She bore the name Endroma, but it was lost in the tides of time.
This infinite space of darkness was her dwelling. But she wasn't here of her own accord. She was bounded here, by countless curses. She was beyond help and yet, she craved for it. She craved salvation. Perhaps it was hypocritical of a goddess to pray for help, to beg for it, but after spending thousands of years, she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Someone save me, anyone." Her voice didn't travel through the empty medium of space. But it reached someone, someone deep in sleep in a faraway land.
