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
Heartland in Chaos
The party fell silent at my declaration, simply watching me, and my tail drooped. "I-I'm sorry…it's all my fault. I should have told you sooner, and then…and then you could have told me to leave."
I turned away with a sniffle, unable to face their condemnation. Why had they even come to save me? After what Rasce said, it was very clear they hated me. Were they actually after the bounty?
"This…is going to take a second to clear up," Sorrin muttered, rubbing his temple. "But we don't have time for that now. Come on, let's get to the guild house before the whole street gives out."