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 Path Ahead
"...then the Archon swept me up in his arms and we took to the sky. His wings glowed with the light of the dawn, trailing across the sky like the rising sun. The land and sea below were endless stretches of darkness, occasionally broken by the scattered lights of a city. By the time the morning came, we were over the Southern Continent, the graceful towers of the Divine Throne approaching fast."
I fell silent, a shiver running down my tail as I recalled the terrifying journey across the world. The wind in my hair, the unfathomable height, and the absolute darkness that seemed to consume the world. If not for the strong arms and comforting words of the Archon, I never would have made it.
"That's…incredible," Tana whispered, her eyes shining with delight. "To think it's possible to fly that far in one night. What was he like?"