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
Water Dragon
I was awakened the following day by a gentle shake on my shoulder. A flicker of irritation sparked within me at being disturbed, and I snuggled deeper into Fable's fur, mumbling a few incoherent protests in the hopes of stealing a few more moments of sleep. The shaking grew more insistent, however, and I reluctantly dragged myself awake.
"Finally, I thought you'd never wake up!" R'lissea exclaimed, grinning as she gave me one last shake for good measure.
"Is it already morning?" I yawned, blinking blearily in the harsh sunlight. We had talked late into the night, and as I struggled to gather my senses, I realized I didn't even remember falling asleep. It must have been late, as I felt like I'd hardly gotten a wink.
"You could say that," R'lissea said, straightening up from my side. "But it's probably closer to noon. The demons are nearly ready to march, but Fable wouldn't let me wake you up until now."