The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Borealis
The cloud of stars shimmered, growing translucent as it collapsed inward. The silhouette of the colossal bird vanished within its depths, the cloud shrinking past where its bulk had once been. When the last star winked out of existence, R'lissea and I stared in wonder at the ice demon.
"It's...tiny?" R'lissea said, tilting her head.
Hovering just a few feet before us was a regular-sized, if icy, bird. Its transformation preserved the delicate beauty of its crystalline features while softening its savage edges. It reminded me a lot of Fable's own change, which left him far gentler and more huggable than his full form.