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

Time stood still. All of my watching friends, Aerion's raised eyebrow, and the maids' intentional distraction faded into the warmth and relief of being nestled in Selena's arms. The tears didn't stop, not violent cries, but a gentle sob that shook my shoulders. She rubbed the back of my head, holding me close with a hand on my back.

"You've grown taller," she said, "And a lot more…timid. You used to hate it when I patted your head. And your face…it's more mature. More sad."

"I-I wasn't a child," I sniffled.

"No, not anymore. But you were. So young and naive, unaware of the suffering your path held. I used to admire that hope," she murmured, giving a slight shake of her head. "And now you're what, fifteen, sixteen?"