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 ground exploded beneath Fable's massive claws as he lunged forward. He moved deceptively swift for so titanic a creature, a silver blur of muscle and rage. Before the Inquisitors could react, his jaws clamped around Leera, sinking his fangs into her torso. Her scream split the clearing, a sharp, ragged sound that sent shivers down my spine. With a shake of Fable's head, she was sent flying across the meadow, blood trailing in a crimson arc behind her.

"Leera!" one of the armored men cried, staggering back a step, his face pale.

The inquisitor kicked off the ground, leaping into the air behind Fable. He brought his sword down on the wolf's flank, and, in a shower of sparks, the blade skittered off the hardened spikes of silver fur. Fable whipped around, his massive tail slamming into the man's side with a sickening crack, knocking him to the ground.

Blood on the Blossoms