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
Change in Perspective
Soon after the wedding ceremony ended, the chapel doors were thrown open and the joyous celebrants flooded out into the town. An even bigger crowd awaited us, welcoming Sorrin and Tana out with passionate cheers. The two smiled and laughed hand in hand, carried by the flow of people, their fingers laced together in an intimate hold.
The grassy field was wide and spacious, carpeted by soft grass and wildflowers. The morning chill had receded in part, lingering only in the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the ancient bows high overhead. Children laughed and played, caught up in the festivities, weaving around tables and through their parent's legs.
The women of the town had been far from idle, using the length of the ceremony to prepare the tables with elaborate tablecloths. My eyes widened, shining with excitement, as I found our flower decorations spread around the clearing, forming beautiful centerpieces on the tables.