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
Back to the Inn
We dropped through the city with barely a whisper of noise, a silver shadow a streak of crimson hair. The streets were still packed with panicking civilians, split by the occasional armed patrol, so we kept on the roofs. I laid low on Fable's back as we bounded over the evening skyline, urging him ever faster, and yet dreading that very thing. With the magical acceleration provided by Wind's Speed, Fable practically flew over the rooftops. By the time we reached the outer districts of the city, my knuckles ached with how tightly I was griping his fur.