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
A Promise Renewed
No matter how many times my eyes tried to tell me, I fought them. It just wasn't possible. But the truth remained clear before me, as undeniable as the sun. The city was gone.
Not just destroyed, or razed to the ground, but gone. Our little bubble bobbed up and down in the air, floating above a massive caldera-like crater. The last remnants of the Starfall flitted through the air like the shimmer of a hot day. The bottom of the crater was a mass of glowing rock, melted and glassy from the absurd levels of energy released upon the impact. Deep chasms fractured out of the epicenter, running through the crater in jagged, dendritic patterns.