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
Out of Darkness
I plummeted into the darkness, the wind rushed in my ears, feeling numb and cold inside. Countless thoughts flitted through my mind, scattering like frozen leaves. The darkness below beckoned to me, sucking me in, but some small part of me, a survival instinct, perhaps, forced my heavy body into motion. Somehow, through more luck than anything, my staff snagged a hidden crevasse, pulling me to a stop. The sickening lurch almost tore my arm off, pain shooting through the numbness, but I held on for all I was worth.
Taking a shaky breath, I risked a glance down, finding my feet dangling above what seemed an endless abyss. A wave of dizziness washed through me, black spots dancing before my eyes, my stomach twisting violently. My grip nearly broke then and there, but I struggled to take deep breaths, and the vertigo lessened.