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
Vague Dangers
Luke was the one who gave the circle their teleportation rings? Scarcely had the thought entered my mind, and then I swooned, suddenly feeling lightheaded. Had I been standing instead of riding Fable, I undoubtedly would have fallen.
"N-no, that can't be…" I stammered, my voice breathless. "You don't think he..."
"Of course not; that's absurd," Gayron interrupted. His immediate dismissal cut through the irrational fear that gripped me. "Luke wants the utter destruction of the Circle even more than you do. It's why we attacked Brithlite first."
I let out a pent-up breath, pressing a hand to my chest to calm my racing heart. The relief was so intense that tears welled up in my eyes. But I'd always expected Luke to betray me eventually, hadn't I? Why was I so afraid of that possibility?