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
Echoes of the Future
Until recently, my nights were frequented by nightmares and pain, rarely giving me a chance to fully rest. Yet now, it had been nearly a month since I'd been chased by shadows through the fiery halls of the Divine Throne. The last nightmare I could remember came shortly before I awoke in Elise's arms following my ordeal at Western University, nearly a month ago. She'd lit a small, flickering fire in my heart that kept even the darkest of dreams at bay.
It wasn't only nightmares, either. Even the Eyes of Fate had remained quiet, no longer burdening me with unwelcome visions. It was ironic, really, that the one thing I'd yearned for - knowledge of the future - was now my greatest shackle. Thron had been right all along, for how could I hope or trust when all my future held was darkness?