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
Flickering Flame
Jolting at the sudden voice, I whirled around, only to see Elise's radiant face beaming at me. "H-hi!" I squeaked, turning red. Had she seen me steal anything?
She laughed, slipping forward and entwining her arm through mine. "Come on, let's got to the tower. I heard you're going to be leaving soon."
Her touch sent tingles through my body, but I didn't even consider pushing her away. Dragging me in her wake, Elise walked and talked cheerfully about her day, leading me to the library. On account of my lingering weakness, an effect of my time in the dungeon, we moved slowly, simply enjoying each other company's. By the time we reached the tower, I was reluctant to part and clung to her as she tried to take her usual seat opposite me.
"So needy," she teased, a twinkle in her golden eyes.