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

The corridor to the negotiation room was long and winding, delving deep into the heart of the spire. There were no windows to let the starlight in, nothing to soothe the agitated swish of my tail.

"You don't need to be so nervous. As intimidating as it seems, negotiations are just talking," Elise said.

"That's what worries me," I muttered.

She looked meaningfully at my tail. "It's okay if you're anxious, but try not to show it. The church might try to misconstrue it for guilt."

Several guards shored up the way behind us, doing their best to seem indifferent to our conversation. But whenever they thought I wasn't looking, they snuck curious looks at me, especially as I twisted my tail in my hands. My cheeks warmed. After that, I kept my eyes on the ground.

"This way, my Lady," a sixth-level soldier said, opening a door in the side of the passage.

Elise offered him a small smile. "Thank you."

Negotiations