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The Forsaken Hero

I closed my eyes and sighed, letting the needle slip through my fingers and clatter to the alley floor. It wasn’t like anyone would miss me. There was always someone else to beat or rape. The nothingness was a relief. At least now I have peace. Only...since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? As one of ten heroes chosen by the Divine, I was sent to another world to fend off a demon invasion. But, the gods aren’t all helpful, and treat this as a game. Waking up in the magical world of Enusia, I found myself cursed and alone, clapped in chains and despised. This world was worse, far worse than the playground I so naively left behind, filled with betrayal, pain, and death. I've heard that the brightest lights cast the longest shadows. Perhaps, in this life, I can find if that's true. I'm tired of living in the dark. It's time to find the light. Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

Author_of_Fate · Fantaisie
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Heroes

I stared at the small leather pouch in my hand, slowly testing its weight. Soltair was always going on about loot and drops, and it was surprising to find it was actually just money. Supposedly, the party also collected other items of value with the intent to sell them once they returned to Heartland, but for me, just this small sack was already baffling. 

Twenty gold coins. It was an amount of money I had no reference for, or understanding of. Money was something I was feeling rather nervous about using, as it felt like an essential step in gaining more independence. Slaves were allowed only what was given them, so in a way, possessing money in and of itself was another step toward truly embracing my freedom.