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
Truth of Magic
Magical classification was one of the many mysteries in Enusia I'd been unable to piece together. Everyone in the world accepted the seemingly absurd classification of magic, which broke spells up by their element, product, or methodology into categories, like Fire, Fate, or Shadow. However, the classifications were irregular and inconsistent. Take Fate Magic, for example. Aegis was a protection spell, which should have been its own category, yet most protection magic was considered Fate. Fortunate Parry, the spell which deflected melee attacks, was all based on luck, or fortune, which made sense under Fate, yet not when compared with Augury, a sixth-circle spell that predicted the future. Luck and prophecy seemed entirely different domains.