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
New Thoughts
"I want to see Korra…" I said softly, gazing up at the young, stern Lieutenant Joel. "Is he really not back yet?"
Joel gave me a tight-lipped smile. "I'm afraid Captain Jackal hasn't returned. The demons have been exceptionally active for the past few days, keeping most of our company tied up."
"Then why are you here? Won't they need every soldier they can get?" It was an unfair question, but, feeling a little frustrated, I couldn't help asking.
The lieutenant's face twitched, but he quickly smoothed over his irritation. "Our position is of equal import. Bluerock Gap is the safest and most direct route through the center of the canyon. Even the demons wouldn't risk straying to the fringes."
I sighed and folded my arms under my breasts, tail flicking back and forth. "Please Joel, please tell me where Korra is. It doesn't matter if someone recognizes me or I get into trouble, I have to make sure she's alright."