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
Tranquility
The following morning found me outside long before the sun had risen. I'd scarcely awoken curled against Fable's side when he gently grasped me in his jaws and half-dragged and half-carried me to the tent entrance. I scarcely had time to pull on a dress before he tossed me outside into the anomaly's brisk chill.
The soft grass was rigid with frost, crunching softly beneath my bare feet, killing any of the lingering morning haze my mind had been under. I bit back a squeak, jumping from foot to foot, feeling for a moment that I'd been plunged into cold water. The bitter breeze curled around my body in icy tendrils, hunting the last of my warmth to extinction.
"Ice Shield!"