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
Forgiveness
I nodded at Evla's words, my throat too dry to speak. Her words, however, triggered a memory, and I glanced at one of the unfamiliar apostles I'd also had a vision about. Edrin, if I remember his name correctly,
He was likely unaware, as only Korra and Gayron had seen it, but I saved his life. Our premature attack on Brithlite had forced them to reveal the flying ship before they could unleash it on the demon army, inadvertently preventing the battle that would have resulted in both his and Grace's deaths.
Evla's words of gratitude were an icebreaker, and the other apostles finally relaxed. They dug into the meal, quickly falling into their own conversations. I remained silent, watching everyone with scared eyes, until Luke leaned forward, causing me to jump slightly.
"This is Edrin, and that's Constance," Luke said, introducing the other two apostles.
Edrin looked up, his eyes narrowing as he met my gaze. "Oracle," he grunted. "Apostle of Wind."