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

The wounded man's words bore down upon my soul like the weight of a mountain, tugging at my very core and drawing me toward him. Although blind, he seemed to sense my presence, and stretched a groping hand forward. His sudden, desperate grasp caught me off guard, but after a steadying breath, I surrendered my hands into his desperate clasp. He had the hands of a warrior, easily enveloping both of mine, but a delicate shiver went through them at my touch. 


"Please…" he groaned, hand clenching tight about mine. I winced at the strength crushing my fingers, and my mouth moved of its own violation, softly whispering the words of a chant.


The priests' heads jerked up as the room flooded with a verdant light, faces slackening in shock. "Four circles!" the man cried, and the woman gasped, hand flying to her mouth. 


"Restoration," I breathed, completing the spell.


Forgotten