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

His question prompted echoes of the previous night to surface in my mind. With each curse I unraveled, I learned something more of the creature's power. The endless tangle of magic held many runes I didn't recognize, but the flow of magic was unmistakable.


"The basilisk's curse has at least two functions. The first is to draw on its host's soul to sustain the curse, meaning the only way the petrification is undone is when there is no longer enough strength to sustain it."


Soltair's brow furrowed, a deep contemplation etching lines on his forehead. "At which point it'd be too late. And the second?"


"I'm not exactly certain on this, but it there appears to be some sort of link between the host's soul and the monster, feeding it a steady supply of energy. I think that's why it doesn't eat or kill anyone, as it collects strength right from their soul. Most of them don't have another week before they're consumed entirely."


Give and Take