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 awoke as the stench of smoke seared my lungs, clutching at my sword even as I rolled to my feet. The morning's gray light was stained with filth, an ever-spreading plague we'd been fighting for months. Billowing clouds of darkness rolled from the village our squad had taken refuge in, and the blood drained from my face as maniacal cackles rent the air. I drew my sword and took a shaky breath, standing in formation aside the other members of my squad. The smoke and fire twisted as hulking creatures strode through, impossibly immune to the hellish heat of the burning cottages. My blade clattered from my hand it turned, piercing my soul with its fiery gaze. It had horns and scales and a tail and claws and fire and…everything went black.


The Morning After