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
Whispers of Betrayal
Jessia's words shocked me awake like a bucket of icy water. "What?" I cried out, "No… but Korra…!"
Luke scowled at Jessia, his jaw clenched. "Jessia! What are you doing? I thought I told you not to do this."
She glared right back at him, surprisingly earnest. "Luke, I had to tell her! You saw the same things I did, didn't you? Just how many inquisitors there were?"
A wave of emotions crossed his face: defiance, reluctance, and finally, a flicker of guilt. I was only half-paying attention to him, my gaze locked on the Apostle of Secrets, silently begging her to give me more.
"Damn it all," Luke muttered, "We could have found another way."
He turned and left, the door slamming behind him. The noise startled me from my daze, and I reached forward, catching Jessia's hand. She frowned after Luke, ignoring my pleading gaze, and pulled her fingers from my grasp as she moved to follow him.