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
Torn
Luke and R'lissea fell silent, and I was grateful for their ignorance of the full extent of my past. Reliving the betrayals and darkness of my final days at the Divine Throne was agonizing enough, let alone the horrors of High Valley. They couldn't know that, right?
But I had forgotten just how intimately Luke knew me. My heart lurched as he spoke, delving deep and exposing the last shadows in my heart.
"After she was sold, Aurle got close to her."
"Aurle?" R'lissea's head tilted, her brow furrowed. "She's called that name in her sleep a lot, usually right before she wakes up crying from nightmares."
"Does that happen often?" Luke asked, his voice laced with concern.