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
Burning Skies
The Last Light Company charged forward, slinging arrows, spells, and magical techniques. The Dead Wing Legion was slow to respond, still shocked senseless by the brutal death of one of their powerful monsters. By the time they got their bearings, our allies were upon them.
"To the skies!" Commander Barron cried, leaping atop one of his soldier's wyverns.
But it was too late. Before the mighty creatures could get airborne, soldiers swarmed over them, hacking and slashing with fury. Many had yet to forgive the enemy commander his vulgar insults toward me and took it out on his men, dragging them from their mounts and ending their screams with cold efficiency.