The Forsaken Hero
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? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
A Reminder
Doubts and fears swirled through my head in a storm of darkness. But, even as I sank into despair, something itched the back of my mind; a thought, or feeling, really. I had been here before, hadn't I? It was this darkness that had driven me to attack the Circle's stronghold alone, casting my life to the ashes. It was the same way I felt when the Glory Chasers forsook me.
Only…they didn't actually betray me, did they.
"I can't believe you would do this Xiviyah." Korra continued to glare at me, but the feeling didn't go away. Something wasn't right here. "How could you possibly kill these people, even if it was to save me? Did you think I would appreciate that kind of sacrifice?"