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
Forced into the Limelight
As I idly played with the light, Selena leaned over, her vibrant emerald eyes reflecting the flickering magic. Her voice carried a mixture of awe and admiration as she spoke, a passionate voice mingling with a soft smile that illuminated her elven beauty. "You possess an unparalleled gift," she murmured, "it has been centuries since a mage of your potential appeared."
"I wish I didn't," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. I watched through half closed eyes as the light scattered like pollen, its glow fading until the shade was dark again. I was only able to do this much because of Fate's blessing, but I would discard that in a heartbeat if it meant getting rid of the curse and the revulsion of Enusia. The other heroes seemed to have such confidence and strength, treated like gods regardless of the time or occasion.