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 Familiar Face
Blue rock and earth flashed beneath us, even the largest rock formations reduced to a blur beneath Fable's paws. After the first hour, I'd long since lost track of time, carrying just enough strength to hold Korra and cling to Fable. The only real reference I had was the distant silhouette of the mountains on the north and south flanks, framing the Blue Canyon from beginning to end. They'd been there since we began our descent, and, according to Korra, the range only ended as we entered Brithlite proper.