Author's Riddles

Question: Remembered are the days when I was used, bloodied and beaten... I was abused. Death surrounded me, and it mattered not, as no matter the pain I inflicted, I'd never rot. What am I?

Question: Upon your lonely journey I accompany you, whether you travel through endless mountains or seas of blue. Wherever you go, I keep your place. Lost you're not, when I'm embraced. What am I?