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
Dangerous Secrets
"Ah, Xiviyah. It's been so long," Fate whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "You've grown so much since we last spoke."
Unable to contain myself, I turned to face the goddess. There, defying all doubt, she stood before me, a vision of shimmering beauty. Her form was faintly translucent, seemingly woven from the very stars of fate, but her face was the same, her eyes warm and kind. I rushed into her embrace, my exhaustion and anxieties melting away as her arms enveloped me.
"Fate!" I sobbed, clinging to her.
"There, there, you did well, little one," she soothed. "I'm very proud of you."
She stroked my hair as one might comfort a child, but I didn't care. Nor did I feel any shame for my tail, which flickered back and forth so hard it all but vibrated with unrestrained excitement. I had known she was hiding somewhere, as she had appeared to me since her fall, but she had been silent for far too long.