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
Too Many Visions to be Dead
A/N: The last chapter concluded the fifth arc of the novel, pitching us into the sixth and final one. Thank you for reading this far, and if you haven't already, please consider leaving a review. We're only a few away from getting the novel rated, which would be something of a personal milestone for me. It would be easy to get a few random alt accounts to do it, but I want them to be more meaningful, coming from people who have actually enjoyed the work so far. Thanks again, and I hope you continue to enjoy my work!
Death felt different this time. It was dark and quiet, looking much the same as my last brush with the inevitable shadow, but something was off. There wasn't a sense of detachment or peace, none of the freedom I'd experienced before Fate called me to her side.
Could it be because I'd left so much behind? In this life, I had friends, happiness, and a loyal companion in Fable.