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
Blue Canyon
The following days saw a change of pace in our journey. Until now, we'd relied on Fable's size and speed to traverse any obstacle, practically breezing through what was normally a months-long journey. Now, however, we were forced to walk. The canyon was filled with sheer cliffs and twisting crevasses. Even with the road, many of the tight spaces were just large enough for a wagon to pass through, never mind a fifty-foot wolf.
I walked where I could, but whenever I grew tired and flagged behind, Fable was quick by my side. Even in his condensed form, he was nearly ten feet long and plenty strong enough to carry me by myself. Korra could have ridden too, but she claimed to prefer the exercise, jogging lightly beside Fable's larger strides.