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

Gathrin looked at me for a long moment until my tail started to twitch anxiously. Was he still angry with me about Fyren?

"I think it would be best to continue this conversation elsewhere, " he said, then muttered under his breath, "The last thing I need is Fate upset with me again."

Fable padded close, and Gathrin extended a hand. Hesitantly, I placed mine in his, searching his face for an explanation. His massive gauntlets, easily thrice the size of my slender hand, held a surprising gentleness.

My breath caught as he pulled me close, hands settling on my waist. I let slip a startled squeak and instinctively tried to pull back, but it was too late. The ground vanished beneath my feet, and a dizzying rush of weightlessness left me perched awkwardly atop Fable's broad back.

"A little warning next time?" I mumbled, my fingers reflexively digging into Fable's thick fur.

Nature of the Invasion