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
Echoes in Fate
On the following day, we began a two-week-long march into the depths of Brithlite Kingdom. Spirits were high, and the soldiers moved quickly, far faster than we had in the rough, unscouted terrain of Blue Canyon. Occasionally, our column passed larger towns and villages, but Bethiv ordered the soldiers clear. I was grateful for the decision, as we would bring nothing but trouble to the innocent inhabitants of this land.
Travel was easy for me, as Elinore refused to allow me to do anything but ride on Fable's back. It was soft and comfortable, and more than once I drifted off mid-march. The frequent rest was probably good for me, all things considered, as I pushed myself as hard as the healer let me whenever we stopped for the night.