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.
Red and Blue
'Fresh flesh,' Thomas thought as he took a step closer to Kilot. If only the damned weapons weren't blocking his field of view. He almost let his grip go slack, but then they'd hit him again. As a line of warm drool dripped down his cold chin, the world shifted. The shadows became light, and the light became harsh. Multicolored, misty trails stretched around him - a cacophony of smells. He shut his eyes and shook his head, willing himself to stop.
"Can I…take a break?" Thomas didn't wait for a response, nor did he look at Alexander or the Dwarf. He couldn't even hear their responses over the pounding heartbeat echoing in his mind. So many colors; blue, yellow green, red, red, and red again. He picked up his pace, keeping quiet on the thin ice. Something could fix this, something that smelled red.