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
Sky Skirmish
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" R'lissea asked, her brow furrowed as Luke stood and summoned his staff.
Jessia shrugged. "It's not like they can do anything about it. Might as well thin their numbers out a bit."
Luke nodded and mustered his mana. He raised his staff and then paused, rubbing his horn. "It's... a little high. Would you take us lower? My spell's got a shorter range."
I shifted, tightening my grip on Borealis's feathers to peer over the side. The shimmering purple haze sparkled in the fading sunlight, dark and ominous. Below us, the city continued with its evening, unaware of our presence over their heads.
A tingle raced through my soul as I spotted a small fort built into a peak overlooking the city. It was similar to those that had defended Whitecliff City, with a few towers bristling with mana cannons, but something about it drew my gaze.
"Did you see that before?" I asked, tugging at Jessia's sleeve."