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 Last Light Company charged forward, slinging arrows, spells, and magical techniques. The Dead Wing Legion was slow to respond, still shocked senseless by the brutal death of one of their powerful monsters. By the time they got their bearings, our allies were upon them.

"To the skies!" Commander Barron cried, leaping atop one of his soldier's wyverns.

But it was too late. Before the mighty creatures could get airborne, soldiers swarmed over them, hacking and slashing with fury. Many had yet to forgive the enemy commander his vulgar insults toward me and took it out on his men, dragging them from their mounts and ending their screams with cold efficiency.

Burning Skies