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
Taint of Darkness
Eventually, the barrage of questions subsided, and I sank back into my chair, exhausted. I couldn't remember the last time I had spoken so much, and my throat felt dry and scratchy, voice growing hoarse. Thankfully, Luke seemed to notice my fatigue and stood, clapping his hands to gather everyone's attention.
"Thank you for waiting patiently this week," he said, meeting each of the apostles' eyes in turn. "I know you have your own plans as we move towards Sylvarus and the Alliance, but it was important we took time to gather our forces."
"And for a certain someone to wake up," Jessia added, giving me a playful grin.
Luke glared at her, and she shrugged, muttering, "Just saying."