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

Jessia continued to hold me from behind, a the sun seemed to dim, and a filthy black aura overshadowed the forest. My chest tightened, breathing coming in shallow gasps, as every instinct urged me to flee.

A dark, domineering figure strode across the clearing, entering the grove with confidence. He was a wraithlike being, made entirely of living shadows. Darkness wrapped around him like a cloak. His malevolent eyes swept through the trees, glancing right over Luke. I stiffened, holding my breath, as they seemed to find our hiding place, only to continue on without lingering.

"Don't worry, not even he can pierce my shroud," Jessia whispered.

I nodded, but that did little to ease the panic clawing at my chest. Black dots spun across my vision, though from his aura or my vision wavering, I couldn't tell.

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