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
Assaulting the Warehouse
The sun peeked just above the tops of the walls, casting long shadows throughout the city. The air hummed with tension as we snuck through the streets, hiding our identities with cloaks. I wore the cloak gifted me by Viriden, taking extra care to conceal my horns and tail.
Dyson scouted ahead and behind us, moving with uncanny silence. His shadowed form barely registered to my vision, and it was only by the power of the Eyes of Fate I noticed whenever he dropped in to report.
"Truly a thief," I murmured, more to myself than anyone. He was charming and cheerful, which made it easy to forget his dexterous abilities and skillful maneuvering in the dark.
Our target was a warehouse on the edge of the city, appearing much the same as every other facility in the district. Regular squads of guards patrolled the streets, but we evaded them thanks to Dyson's timely warnings.