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
Forgotten Command
As the duel came to an end, scattered applause broke out in the audience, accompanied by cheers of appreciation. I looked around, uncertainty coursing through me at the unfamiliar display of support. Selena approached, smiling broadly as she laid a hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks for humoring my selfish request," she said words tinged with amusement.
I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer. "Why?" I blurted out, "Why did you need to spar?"
She turned, giving me a playful wink, but the soberness of her tone gave me pause. "Not me. You."