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
Visions of the Future
My eyes shot open, breaking me from a fitful rest. Drowsy and disoriented, I stared at an unfamiliar ceiling barely a foot before my face for some time before realizing my cheek was pressed against a tome, and I was staring at my wall. I must have dozed off at some point last night, slipping away mid-study. The light crystal above my bed remained dark, which meant morning hadn't arrived yet.
I lifted my head and groaned, rubbing my neck. The poor sleeping posture left me feeling sore all over, but the crick above my shoulder blade was particularly painful. Although still slightly muddled, I summoned a magic circle and dropped a Life Dew on my neck, shivering as the cool bead ran down my back before dissolving into my skin. A moment later, the pain disappeared, and I straightened to look around the room.