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
Pleading
She nodded, keeping close to Fyren. "I know you think I'm just trying to preserve myself by making up conditions for my healing," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "but I'm not lying. I've managed to hide it from her for now, but the truth is that Xiviyah isn't well yet. The sun purge has disappeared, but she's weaker than she should be. As I told you last week, she healed her soul, but there's still something off about her aura."
Luke snorted derisively. "Congratulations, you understand why I'm keeping you alive. But that doesn't change the fact that she woke up or that she has access to her magic. Even if she's not in perfect condition, isn't she enough to prophecy?"