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

<p>The screech of steel and blood-chilling screams of death shattered my sleep, plunging me into the midst of a battlefield. I whirled around, completely disoriented, until I realized it was just a vision. </p>

<p>A vast plan spread out beneath me, open and flat like a scroll. A few distant mountains hovered on the horizon, but my gaze was drawn to a mass of stone and enchantments on my left side. Towers soared into the air, built upon fifty-foot walls and bristling with magic cannons and other siege weapons. Soldiers scurried within the courtyards, dragging wounded from the walls and carrying arrows, magic crystals, and supplies back up. </p>

Hidden Horrors