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 had 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

The commander met us in the courtyard, her helmet tucked under her arm. I shied back as she grimaced at me, hiding behind Jessia.

Jessia moved aside, patting me on the shoulder. I flinched.

"The Oracle of Eternity, or so she calls herself."

"I-It's Xiviyah," I stammered, not meeting her eyes.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. We're at peace, technically," she said. "Call me Nestra. I command the Imperial Guard."

I lowered my head. "Sorry. It's just…you remind me of another. He commanded the soldiers at the border."

"Conrad, was it? He was a formidable soldier, one whose loss we shall feel keenly for many years. Perhaps the closest in the kingdom to breaking through to the eighth level."

I touched my throat, feeling a whisper of cold steel. Conrad had been the one to capture me and hand me off to the Inquisitor. He'd beaten Fable, even given that my wolf was already exhausted.

Murky Truths