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
Revelations
After several hours, Soltair awoke. He quietly rose, passing by the other two, who continued to sleep peacefully. I followed him with my gaze as he stepped up onto the rock and sat beside me. His muscles were relaxed and his face loose, but he sighed tiredly as he eased onto the rock.
"Xiviyah," he began, voice lacking wavering slightly, "I think we should talk."
My heart accelerated, and I looked at him wide-eyed. He kept his eyes on the ground below, but I felt his attention boring through me. I clasped my arms around my knees, pulling them tight against my chest, to keep my hands from shaking. Surely, he had realized the truth of Adaptive Resistance and was now going to confirm.
He glanced at me, blinking in confusion, before shaking his head. "I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, so there's no need to be nervous. It's just… I had a dream."
"A dream?" I asked warily.