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
Fallen
The Last Light Company marched on for several more days before Bethiv finally ordered a rest. As the company settled into camp, the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the hills. A small squad of young soldiers was assigned to prepare my tent, naturally under the watchful supervision of the Star Guard.
I dismissed them shortly after, claiming I needed to sleep. Luxxa protested, of course, but after a little convincing, she allowed Jenna to drag her away. Gith just stared at me a moment longer, his eyes narrowed, until, reluctantly, he followed.
It wasn't a lie, either. The Last Light Company had stopped for a single night only, and I wished for nothing more than to collapse and fall asleep snuggled up in Fable's fur. Even with my new enchantment, the constant pain of the sunpurge was wearying. That, along with my ever-increasing stress and anxiety about arriving at Brithlite, left me exhausted.