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

Starry light wrapped around me as I flared Adaptive Resistance. My soul shivered with the effort, and my breath turned erratic. After a few seconds, I let it go, slumping onto soft, plush cushions on the library's couch.

"I don't think I should try anymore," I said, panting lightly.

Emlica frowned, clicking her tongue. "Such a weak constitution." she sighed, and shook her head. "But I suppose there's no helping it."

As Fate suggested, I went to the library and immediately asked the old librarian for help studying Adaptive Resistance. It had taken her some coaxing, but eventually, she convinced me to show her what I'd done against the Crystal Enchantment. Now, as I felt faint with exhaustion, it became obvious why R'lissea banned me from using my soul.

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