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
Lives in the Balance
A/N: Well, somehow I mixed up the order of the chapters. The mistake has been fixed and Chapter 329: Overwhelming Force has been added in the correct location. Thanks for reading!
I hovered on the edge of consciousness, barely able to register the inquisitor's demands. Call of Fable? Coughing up a mouthful of blood, I struggled to my knees and clutched at my side. Hot blood spilled between my fingers, staining my dress and dripping into cold blue stone. Another burst of black pixelated my vision, and my body twitched weakly, rapidly losing blood.
The High Inquisitor stared down at me, emotionless. "Do you yield?"
It took everything I had to tilt my head, barely catching a glimpse of silver through my fading vision. "Fable…please…"
The inquisitor glowered and me and raised his spear. "He won't save you. No one can. You're going to die, just like that water bitch."