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 Same Coin
"You're worried about her eating?" Fyren asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Instead of dismissing it as childish, though, he fixed his eyes on me. I squirmed under his gaze, ducking my head, my tail swishing self-consciously. Why did he look like he was agreeing with her?
"What?" I asked, cringing further as they all looked at me.
Fyren rubbed his chin, a playful glint in his eye. "That's actually a good point," he said thoughtfully. "I seem to remember her skipping meals a little too frequently, always getting distracted with a new spell or something."
I flinched, and both Elise's and R'lissea's eyes bored into me. They hadn't been with me long enough to notice such a pattern, but all three of us were aware that on the day we'd developed Requiem, I had missed breakfast and lunch, only eating dinner at R'lissea's insistence.
"It was a coincidence," I mumbled, my tail curling around my leg.