Author_of_Fate

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	I closed my eyes with a sigh and let the needle slip through limp fingers. It wasn’t like anyone would miss me. They could always find someone else to beat or rape. The nothingness was a relief. At least now I have peace.
	Only...I don’t remember 'nothingness' having so many gods.  
	As one of ten heroes chosen by the Divine, I was sent to another world to fend off a demon invasion. But, the gods aren’t all helpful, and treat this as a game. Waking up in the magical world of Enusia, I found myself cursed and alone, clapped in chains and despised. This world was worse, far worse than the playground I so naively left behind, filled with betrayal, pain, and death.

I've heard that the brightest lights cast the longest shadows. Perhaps, in this life, I can find if that's true. I'm tired of living in the dark. It's time to  find the light.

The Forsaken Hero

I stumbled back, staring at the bloody puddle beneath the space where Soltair fell. I could still see him gasping for breath, clutching at the bloody spear and looking at me with those eyes dulled by defeat. How could he have survived something like that? I frantically scanned the colosseum, but was unable to see anything but the shocked faces of the audience. Where did it teleport him to?  Was he healed in time? Would I be next, or would they conveniently forget to teleport me out?


As questions cluttered my mind, I was dimly aware of Ronin moving forward. He walked casually, embracing the scattered cheers with relaxed waves. He didn't seem to care as I scrambled away, only laughing at the futility of my cause. 


The Price of Victory