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
Visit from Kahlen
I expected the camp to devolve into chaos the moment word got out, but the Last Light Company surprised me again. Before I even made it back to my tent, news of my declaration of war had spread through the camp, moving like wildfire. Wherever I went, Soldiers whispered restlessly, shooting uneasy, or sometimes excited glances at me. I expected as much from the older veterans, but even the young soldiers, just third and fourth level, maintained strict discipline and composure.
Elinore, arms crossed and expression stern, waited for me outside my tent. I shrank back instinctively as her gaze landed on me, burying myself further into Fable's fur. But my wolf, intentionally oblivious to my unease, bounded the last few dozen toward her.