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
Worse than an Inquisitor
Following the duel, I swiftly left the arena, desperate to escape the public's attention. But even before I departed the waiting room, students filled the streets, alight with discussion and gossip surrounding our match. The instant I appeared on the street, several students noticed me and swarmed about, drawing the attention of others.
"What kind of wind spell did you use to thrash Prince Eric?"
"Would you demonstrate your Dispel Magic? I was so close to understanding, and I think seeing it once more would…"
"How long have you been studying magic?"
"What's your relationship with the Sun Hero?"
"What did Prince Eric mean by 'dragged out of a cage?' Has your slavery been more than symbolic?"
"Are you dating anyone?"