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
Another Chance
I pressed a hand to my chest, fingers curling into a loose fist. "The same way you know about her," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
Aurle. I didn't even have to say her name for her face to flicker through my mind. I'd been too weak to save her back then. I would never let that happen again, even if it cost me everything. I would stop the rift from spreading to Enusia and protect those dear to me.
Luke was silent and spared a long glance toward the swirling gate. He didn't need to ask who I was referring to; he'd already seen her in my memories.
"What about you? What will happen if I leave?" he finally asked, his gaze returning to me.
"And what would that matter? You broke the city and got what you wanted."
"I don't know," he said, dragging a frustrated hand through his hair. The twitching of his tail increased, matching mine. "But it does."