𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔

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started uni today :') I have one lesson early tomorrow, so that's going to be fun.
I hope you liked my revamped prologue? I don't know; it feels dry, and very different to the original.
But I'm excited to show you where it's going. ( >:) )
also I hope you realised the hyperlinks on the quotes are a themed song based on the chapter (a Quotev feature). 

I started it in 'young god' and I'm really loving it. The photos may be weird, but its an aesthetic that grew on me.
If people complain, I will change them, though.
alright, drink some water and have a snack if you haven't already <3
With the biggest hugs and the warmest of words,
- ACHILLES xoxo

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"What started as a fun trip to celebrate your new life chapter turned into a freezing game of survival."

The sun had since doubled its height from the horizon when your consciousness had melted back into your body. You could feel a tightness on your ribs which had your lungs groaning in pain. A light breeze passed through some shrubbery and brushed against your already cool and exposed skin. The gentle smell of wet grass and soil was consumed by something metallic that made your head spin.

You groaned, rolling yourself over and willing yourself to sit upright, gulping air like water. Your backpack had done an excellent job of cushioning your fall-- so much so that your neck bent back as far as gravity would take it-- and now, maybe two, three, or even four hours later, your back and neck felt almost as bad as your body.

You rubbed your eyes and slowly eased the light into your retinas and, "Oh my god!" You wheezed. You shut your eyes again and dry heaved into your hand. A corpse-- if you could even call it that at this point-- laid not even five metres away from you, the only not-mangled hand held tight onto a broken blade. Charcoal black fabric coated the torso and some of the legs, but obviously it didn't do much to protect from whatever the fuck was roaming between the trees. And you know what? you didn't want to find out. With a wince, your eyes drifted back to the unrecognisable hunk of meat.

Should you bury the poor guy? Or would that be tampering with evidence? Was he even identifiable at this point? Would he get his own burial?

Your stare drifted to the broken green blade lingered in the Deadman's grip, fingers stiffened and blue. You were really contemplating taking it. It may be rude to the deceased, but it'd be better than wandering buttfuck nowhere completely unarmed. Remember; you had somehow landed in the icy and mountainous landscapes of god knows where, with something sorta-kinda wandering this no man's hellscape that had the strength and desire to do... that. The mangled mess in front of you was not because it lashed out in defence.

With a loud groan, you crawl to the body, mumbling an apology and a short prayer when you hover over the remains.

"Dear God," You cringed inwardly, shaky hands moving the stiffened fingers that wrapped around the handle, "please give me mercy and don't make me atone later." You weren't a Christian, but there's no use in being safe.

The blade sits in your hand tightly, the handle to the suitcase in your other and your Saviour-- the backpack-- secured tightly to your back.

If that man was here, that meant some sort of civilisation was bound to be close by. You start to call for help.