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The Soul Keeper

The smell of blood invaded my nostrils. I watched helplessly as the woman standing over me raised her sword. I was completely drained, I had no mana left, no items, nothing. As the crimson tendrils held me down by my arms and legs, all I could do was wait for my death. As the sword drew near, I felt the last bit of courage I had disappear. I was going to die. Alone. In this god forsaken place filled with evil. And for what? To protect those ‘friends’? The same people who mocked me, took advantage of, and used me? Oh, who am I trying to fool? I was here only because of my own greed. Because I wanted to be useful to someone. Because I wanted to that group to need me. To value me. To have a reason to keep me around. How naïve I was, thinking that power would grant those wishes. All it did was help build a wall between me and everyone else. The sword approached. I saw the purple light reflect off the sword’s blade. After everything I went through, I hadn’t expected my death to be by the hands of another player. I saw her smile, but this time I didn’t think it was beautiful. It was an ugly smile because it was genuine. She was enjoying watching me die. She was enjoying killing me. The sword struck my chest and pierced my heart. I let out a scream of pain and agony. The pain was so real, all of this was so real. It shouldn’t be, but it was. What should have been a simple game had become my new reality – all of our new reality. A reality filled with magic, war, blood, and death. My vision darkened as the pain slowly faded. I felt the last of my vitality leave my body. It felt cold. I wondered to myself, when would I stop being? When would my thoughts disappear? Soon, I saw those words I feared for all this time appear before me. “DEATH”, in the pale blue font the game always used. They remained suspended in the air for several seconds. It was over. After a long time of fighting, grinding, and exploring, it was finally over. I had died. This was the end of my story. Suddenly, words before me shifted and changed into something different. I took a shallow breath as I heard a faint heartbeat. * * * Cover art by me * * * We have a discord! Come say hi, chat with me and receive updates on status of my novels! https://discord.gg/2EFthae7XR * * * This story is my submission for the 2020 Webnovel Spirity Awards.

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Crimson Dawn (7)

"I will not hear such slander anymore!" Uriithe's words were barely audible among our screams. As I leapt up into the air in an attempt to escape from the disgusting crimson tendrils, Asher cast a spell to lift everyone else up. 

"I do not remember granting you permission to attack them." Aelith spoke. Uriithe responded, but I couldn't hear her voice over the chaos taking place all around us. I searched for my blade – where had I dropped it when I took that hit from Aelith?

"Kai, they can't get away!" Asher shouted beside me, pointing at Theresa and the others. While his flight spell had begun lifting them up, the crimson tendrils Uriithe unleashed had almost reached them. 

I gritted my teeth. I had no time. I gave up on trying to find my sword and instead dashed forward with a powerful beat of my wings and my flames in hand. 

Before I could do anything worthwhile, a golden light flashed and the tendrils fell to the ground, lifeless.