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

Lord Griffon held for several hours, granting the army a chance to recover from the battle. I seized the opportunity to cast several healing spells, recovering enough of my mana by the time we broke camp to completely restore even the worst burns.


As I traced my fingers over the soft, new skin of my shoulder, I couldn't help but sigh. As predicted, the Sunpurge refused to respond to magic, its surface glowing gently and throbbing at the softest touch. Unlike traditional scars, it left my skin perfectly smooth and whole, yet laced with a series of golden lines and markings. It was similar to a tattoo, or the slave crest for that matter. Fortunately, it was quite literally skin deep and failed to touch my soul or hamper my movements too much. Riven claimed it would act up if I ever tried exerting myself in combat or hard manual labor, but I didn't see that sort of thing happening.


Soul Casting