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
Embers of Resolve
I averted my eyes, avoiding Rasce's stare. Tana coughed uncomfortably, leaning over to nudge him.
"That's enough for one day," she murmured. "She's been through hell tonight, as have we all. Let's take it easy and ask the questions later. A little while longer won't hurt."
Rasce grunted, but reluctantly nodded. "Fine, you're right. And I'm sorry, Starlight. It's not my intention to scare you. I only want to understand what's going on, and what dangers we might meet because of you. Tonight was a good example of that, and we're fortunate we even survived. It's not something I want to see happen again."
I nodded, a bare dip of my head, but couldn't bring myself to return his gaze. Rasce had every right to inquire about my secrets, and I felt ashamed of my weakness and inability to earn their trust.