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
The Arbiter's Arrival
Scarcely had I given myself to the dark than I found myself standing in glorious light. My body felt light and free, meaning I existed only as a soul. Another vision? Or, perhaps, did I finally die? No, that would have been too easy. As guilty as I felt for the thought, I inwardly yearned for peace. For all the pain to finally end. The hope that I could live free had all but vanished the moment I met Slivera, and losing Elise nearly broke me.
She had survived, right? Once the infernal Mana Storm had descended, I lost track of everything, surrendering myself to the oblivion that awaited me. My memory of the last few minutes was dim, with many holes all over. What had I done, exactly? Why was there such a great weight in my heart?