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
Sun and Fate Hero
I had witnessed enough at this point. Verity could sense when I was watching, confirming the strange reaction my soul had felt earlier. But though my initial purpose in seeking Verity out within a vision was fulfilled, Soltair's words made me hesitate to leave. He'd admitted he was wrong about something. How could he, the revered hero of the world, be wrong? And what kind of person was Verity to make him see that?
Verity's eyes lit up at his confession, and a radiant smile bloomed on her face. "Really? Thank you, that means a lot. And you're right; I was pretty nervous about visiting Sylvarus. The elves were much more intimidating than I thought they'd be."