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
Healed
"What?" My eyes grew as wide as saucers, my tail stiffening like a board. "Y-you…healed it?"
"Yep!" she nodded, smile widening as if she enjoyed my shock.
I shook my head, unable to come to terms with such a thing. "But that's impossible! Sunpurge just isn't curable, Elinore said so. The best she could ever manage was to soothe the pain, and even if she promised her master was close to finding a cure, that was just to give me hope."
R'lissea tilted her head. "Was it?"
I nodded. "It had to be. If curing it was possible, surely someone in the millions of worlds and eternities the gods have ruled would have discovered it."
I looked at her, pleading, wishing for her to agree with me. The fact that I could have been cured–and so easily, while I was asleep–was beyond belief. The sunpurge had been as constant a companion as the Sun God's curse. It couldn't just be gone, right?