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 Grand Inquisitor
When I awoke the following morning, the sun streamed sharply through the curtains, indicating the sun was already high in the sky. Soltair and Trithe were nowhere to be found, but a plate of pastries sat on the table, weighing down a note. It seems they let me sleep in again. As I stretched, yawning, I glanced out the window, watching the students stream by on the crackled cobblestone streets.
It had almost been a month since the attack, and the city had come a long way. Most of the salvageable structures of the campus were back in full operations, with the exception of the City Lord's keep, which had sustained tremendous damage due to its proximity to the battle. As far as I knew, only the upper quarters, like where Soltair's room was, and a few council chambers were still suitable for habitation. Occasionally, the entire structure groaned, shifting on its foundation, but that had mostly ceased after the construction crew magically reinforced it.