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
To the City
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and for some reason, I felt a surge of determination to stay awake. But without moving, simply sitting and waiting, it was like trying to hold back a flood with a single finger. I managed to avoid outright falling asleep or leaning on his shoulder again, but I couldn't fight off the drowsiness completely. I dozed off once or twice more, my head bobbing, before a gentle hand shook me awake, startling me into jerking upright.
The world snapped back into focus, and I found Jessia watching me with an amused smirk. Embarrassment warmed my cheeks, and I averted my gaze, suddenly fascinated by the intricate patterns of frost forming on the ground.
"Shall we get moving?" Luke asked, standing.