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
The Master's Strings
The campus of Western University bore the brunt of the assault, yet, miraculously, suffered the least damage. Despite the outward signs of the attack, powerful enchantments woven through the wood and stone had preserved many of the structures, leaving the streets eerily clear. Only the Heart of the West, the enormous crystal hovering above the citadel, was broken. Its glimmering facets had dimmed, and a series of jagged fractures radiated out where the Dragon's claws had rested.