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
Gathering Forces
R'lissea raised her staff high, the emerald set atop gleaming brightly. I shielded my eyes as it emitted a pulse of mana, and the elemental dragon raised its head. It was heavily damaged and leaking mana from several fatal wounds, but elementals didn't feel pain, nor could they be crippled like ordinary creatures. Their power came from mana and sheer mass, not muscles that could be easily torn.
"Come back," I whispered, laying a hand on my breast and pushing my feelings through the bond to Fable.
The giant, hundred-foot-long wolf slashed the dragon once more with his claws before leaping back. After giving it a final, menacing growl, he bounded across the battlefield, going out of his way to trample several groups of enemy soldiers.