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
At the King's Mercy
My words lingered in the long silence that followed. Alveron was quiet, a slight frown creasing his lips, and Elise let out a half-sob.
"Why?" she asked, pleading at me with wet eyes, her voice breaking. "Why won't you just trust him? We could be together again!"
Alverin sighed and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, drawing her close. "I'm sorry, my love," he said, his voice laced with regret, "but we tried our best. You know what I have to do now, don't you?"
Her lower lip trembled, and she looked as though she might break down at any moment, but she nodded slowly. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "don't make her hurt too much."