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
War atop the Tundra
Fable lifted his head as the explosions rolled closer. A deafening blast followed each one, the noise tearing through the network of fissures and caverns beneath the tundra, reverberating through the Core Chamber with the ferocity of a roaring dragon.
I winced as one particularly loud explosion left a painful ringing in my ears, the sound sharp against my eardrums. My grip on the core tightened, and my tail began to twitch, tracing anxious lines across the fine powdery snow of the chamber floor. I was blind to the world outside the small cave, without the faintest idea who was attacking us, or why.
My soul was exposed and vulnerable, a brilliant flare to any demonic moths circling about. The gate itself was bait for Enusians; distant enough, it would make rallying any sizable force difficult but big enough it couldn't be ignored. It would have to be one of those two forces, but the question remained: which one?