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
A Whisper Away
I spent a long time gazing around the ancient ruins of floating islands, basking in the soft starlight of Haven's skies. The grass looked so inviting beneath my feet that I was tempted to remove my boots and truly savor the sensation, but a gentle wave of impatience nudged me through my soul bond with the spirit.
"My lady," his voice resonated within my mind, "your allies await you outside, and I must insist you rejoin them. Your body needs sustenance and rest; there will be plenty of time to explore the depths of your new realm later."
I sighed, casting a final, reluctant glance at one of the magnificent floating castles before nodding. It wasn't that I had a particularly brave or adventurous spirit, but I yearned to find what remained of this realm's previous inhabitants. Had they built on the isles in the sky, or had their great city simply acclimated to suit my inner tastes and will?