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
Empty Cages
The harsh challenge in the guards' voices was like a splash of cold water, splitting apart the eerie silence of the tunnel. I paused just without the threshold of the small circle of light cast by the light crystals, leaving myself cloaked in shadows with only the star atop my staff glimmering faintly.
"Who are you?" the guard on the left tried again.
"Fable," I whispered, averting my eyes.
The guards were only second level, left completely unable to react as my wolf launched forward. Blood splashed into the air, followed by a scream, as the one on the left went down. His cries turned to wet gurgles as he clutched at his neck, desperately trying to close the gaping hole and stem the flow of blood.
"W-what the hell?" the other guard cried, fear flashing in his eyes.