Cliché Village(My original story)

Vas was alone. Completely alone. He was in the middle of what looked like a barren forest, trees were knocked over, some only stumps. There was scattered bodies of various races that had been looted and monsters, as well as strange clumps of black ooze that looked like they were evaporating. There was nothing much else for him to do other than walkout of the forest.

Then, as he began climing a steep hill, he started hearing things, a battle, warcrys, roars, the sounds of steel on steel and magic spells lying through the air. When Vas finally reach the top of the hill and saw the battle, he saw races from all over were fighting these things that were either mixes of many creatures or things that just didn't make sense. Then the world went blurry.