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
Growing Power
The moment I asked for his surrender, Gayron stiffened, his tail lashing out. I braced myself, a defensive spell ready on my tongue, for his inevitable outburst. His type hated to lose, and he'd find any excuse to reject defeat. Perhaps he'd accuse me of cheating, or feign surrender only to launch a sneak attack when my back was turned. He was just like Levin, and Vithrass, and…and…something wasn't right. Why was he smiling?
Gayron shook his head, a wry grin twisting his lips. "Very well, I accept defeat."
I stared in shock, my eyes wide as saucers and my tail twitching nervously. I glanced around, even checking behind me for some kind of trap or ambush, but the Oracle of Eternity revealed nothing. My confusion only deepened as Gayron clapped his hands, and his remaining incarnations vanished into thin air.
"What?" he asked, sounding a little defensive. "Is something the matter?"