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
The Chosen Path
"Ah, Xiviyah, thank you for joining us."
Bethiv's voice welcomed me into the spacious command tent, instantly dispelling the lingering embarrassment from moments before. Even so, I stiffened, and my tail curled protectively around my leg as I scanned the room, met by the piercing gazes of nearly a dozen high-ranking officers from the Last Light Company.
I finally relaxed, taking my first full breath since entering, as my eyes found Jackal. He was lounging with one leg casually draped over the armrest of his chair, his scarred face creased in a warm, familiar smile. It was a breath of fresh air to see him completely at ease among the stiff and disciplined officers, and I couldn't help but recall the first time we met when he'd appeared in nothing but his small clothes to protect me from the infernal monster's attack.
"Thank you," I said, smiling faintly at Bethiv. "What is it you wished to discuss?"