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
Alone in the Crowd
The following day, I was awakened by a sharp knock on the tentpole. I startled awake, yawning wide, and rubbed my eyes bleary for a moment. Finally, after another rap, I mustered the motivation to leave the warm comfort of Fable's side, slipping on a dress.
"Lady Xiviyah!" Orion's voice filtered through the canvas, accompanied by a third sharp knock.
"I'm awake, " I muttered pulling the tent flap aside. "What is it?"
I blinked several times, adjusting to the bright light without the tent. Was it morning already? Just how long had I been asleep?