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
Hero
Following my acceptance of her declaration, Elise settled back and continued her story.
"As for the engagement, do you remember Prince Jarrod of the Brithlite Kingdom? He's one of the Three Titan Fists, here at the university. Our families have known each other for a long time, but because of the curse, his parents forbade him from speaking with me. But now that I'm free, he received permission to propose! It's technically an arranged marriage for political gains between our kingdoms, but…" she giggled, a cute blush darkening her cheeks. "It's something I've dreamed about for a long time. When he finally confessed, I was so shocked I couldn't reply!"
"That's wonderful," I murmured, bathed in the radiance of her smile. For the briefest moment, the dark haze hovering over me dissipated, parted by the pure joy of her smile.
"You know," she said, "There's one more thing I'm grateful to you for, but it might be hard to explain. See, I think…I think I died."