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

Morning in the Slave Quarters was always a hectic time. Slaves scurried about in the narrow hallways, getting about their tasks or preparing to head up and serve within the upper levels of the Divine Throne. Despite the abundance of slaves, there were no taskmasters or supervisors. Every slave had their orders, and would be severely punished by the slave crest if they were tardy or disobedient.


I had things much easier than the typical slave, bound only by Father Ithris' schedule. Fortunately, he had a tendency to sleep in, which gave me some leisure time each day. The morning after Soltair left, I awoke feeling clear and refreshed. Lying in bed, I hummed softly, recalling our conversation from before. I took a deep breath, inhaling what little remained of his scent and rose to prepare for the day. 


The Day After