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 Dragon's Flame
The echoes of the magical starting signal drifted down, raining upon the cheering audience like fireworks. Prince Eric made the first move, walking toward us until he stood in the center of the battlefield. His companions began casting spells continuously, forming complex arrays of defensive and support spells to enhance their individual fighting styles.
Eric's lip curled in a sneer. "Do you find yourself impressive, Slave Hero?" he spat, his words laced with venom. I know precisely who you are. A feeble, cowardly slut, clinging to the Sun Hero's coat since the day they dragged you out of your cage."
His words cut deep, laying bare my insecurities. But I stilled my lashing tail and took a deep breath before meeting his gaze, firm and unwavering. Even if his words were true, my pain was my own.