Author_of_Fate

I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. 

I died.

Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods?

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The Forsaken Hero

"Hey, Xiviyah, are you alright?" Luke said, gently shaking my shoulder.

I huddled against Fable, eyes wet with gathering tears. My face burned as I remembered the silky strands of Luke's hair between my fingers and his grin as he gazed up at me from my lap. He'd been awake the whole time!

A small whimper broke from my lips, and I squirmed closer to Fable, tail lashing. There was no way I could face them now. The best I could do was try to ignore them and hope it all went away.

"Look, I'm sorry already," Luke said, "And I really was unconscious for a second. It's just, well, people of my strength don't stay down for long. But after the sunpurge, it felt so good, and I…I couldn't help it."

Soul Awry