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 sun peeked just above the tops of the walls, casting long shadows throughout the city. The air hummed with tension as we snuck through the streets, hiding our identities with cloaks. I wore the cloak gifted me by Viriden, taking extra care to conceal my horns and tail.

Dyson scouted ahead and behind us, moving with uncanny silence. His shadowed form barely registered to my vision, and it was only by the power of the Eyes of Fate I noticed whenever he dropped in to report.

"Truly a thief," I murmured, more to myself than anyone. He was charming and cheerful, which made it easy to forget his dexterous abilities and skillful maneuvering in the dark.

Our target was a warehouse on the edge of the city, appearing much the same as every other facility in the district. Regular squads of guards patrolled the streets, but we evaded them thanks to Dyson's timely warnings.

Assaulting the Warehouse