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
Fateful Encounter
I stood in the center of the meadow, staff held tightly in one clammy hand, Fable by my side. The inquisitors were mere seconds from breaking through the trees, though their pace felt suspiciously slow, an unhurried walk at best. My chest felt heavy with trepidation, my tail drawing long, erratic lines in the grass behind me.
I bit my lip, taking a moment to calm my breathing. Could it be simple chance that brought us together? Would it have been better to hide, and let them pass? I dismissed the thought with a shake of my head. If they were here, it was Fate that brought them, and I knew better than to run from Fate. If this was truly a meeting of chance, then the playing field was even, giving me, with my unique abilities, the advantage. There was the demonic presence to consider as well. I had to bring it down before it stumbled upon the village. If the inquisitors were left to roam freely, I would risk being surrounded.