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
Path to Healing
Our room was small and cramped, with two small beds and a single large wardrobe. The two widows were shuttered, leaving it lit by only a single light crystal in the ceiling that left it feeling dim and gloomy. The moment the door was shut, I waved my staff, and the shadows recoiled as a shimmering circle flared open. Fable burst through the portal in a dance of starlight, filling the small room with his presence.
My lips parted, a relieved sigh on the edge of my breath, but my lungs hitched as his eyes locked with mine. Before I could protest, he pounced toward me, a joyous whirlwind of silver and starlight. I barely had time to flee to a bed before he pinned me down with a massive paw, the tips of his fur brushing my skin, sending tingles racing through. It felt rough and sudden, yet somehow gentle, and his assault avoided igniting the Sunpurge.