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
Night Business
As I slipped into sleep, I triggered a pulse of mana in my soul, reaching down to the Oracle of Eternity. When my eyes closed and my consciousness faded, I found myself in my soul space again. I'd expected some mental resistance, some instinctive hatred of the place after spending what felt like years locked within it, but instead, it felt like I was coming home. The stars glimmered brightly as though happy to see me, and I smiled faintly.
"I'm back," I said to no one in particular.
I didn't know if this was the best idea, having a vision when I should have been fully resting, but I needed answers more than I needed sleep. Besides, my body could heal while I existed in the soul space.