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
A Ray of Light
The newcomer was a young man with wavy blonde hair and a face sculpted in a perpetual smirk. His eyes practically glowed with conceited arrogance, but his poise and grace were undeniable. He wore the purple robes of the Dragon house, with an ornate rapier buckled around his waist. The large amethyst set in the pommel of the weapon carried the characteristics of a magical enhancement item, like a wand or staff.
"Heh, just what we'd expect from the Golden Princess," his cronies sneered in unison.
His followers were from the same house, but their ages ranged from my own, fifteen, to at least thirty. Elise clenched her fists as they formed a loose circle, surrounding us with leers and condescension.
"What do you want, Prince Eric?" She demanded, her voice surprisingly steady.