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
Tightening Chains
At Captain Bethiv's command, the soldier saluted smartly. "Sir!" he exclaimed, hurrying off. While the captain redirected his attention to me, several other men dispersed, each heading in different directions, calling for Rebecca.
"It'll be alright," Bethiv said, patting my cheek gently. "Rebecca will get here in a second. She's the best healer we've got."
Despite his attempt to reassure me, the strain on the captain's face and the fear in his eyes was evident. I coughed again, tasting blood, questioning the severity of my wounds. I'd lost track of time purifying the wolf, but it couldn't have been less than half an hour. I felt fine then, so shouldn't I only be better now?