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
Corruption
The buildings and people of Blue Rock City passed us by in a blur of sights and sounds. I clung to Orion's side, eyes shifting nervously from alley to alley, my chest tight with trepidation. There was nothing familiar to find, no small comfort in this city of noise and confusion.
At long last, Joel came to a stop before a large, three-story building. The sign above the wide, double doors was unintelligible to me, but it seemed to be some kind of inn. He gestured toward it and spoke a few words, frowning as I shook my head. His tone became increasingly agitated and his voice grew sharp, sending an anxious shudder down my tail. I shrunk behind Orion, heart pounding, desperate to hide from the lieutenant's anger. Just what did he want from me?