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
Shards of Omniscience
Were all ninth-circle casters this strange? Just like Lysander, this one acted without thought, then hoped a favor would count as an apology. I supposed they were rather famous and even feared throughout Enusia, so perhaps that expectation wasn't unfounded, but I found it irritating all the same. That wasn't to say I wasn't going to take advantage of his offer, and quickly fell into thought.
The question on my mind was clear, so I looked at him and, with as much confidence as I could muster, asked, "I came here to learn about Dispel Magic. Something about the spell I know is wrong, but I can't tell what. Would you teach me?"
He grunted, turning a critical eye to me. "Isn't that what this paper's all about? Why would you waste it on something this trivial?"