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
Departure
Korra glanced at me, the scowl from earlier lingering on her face. "Why not? I can't just let them treat you that way!"
I sighed, leaning over the balcony railing and peering down at the dark gardens below. A young couple stole away into a grove, casting anxious looks over their shoulders. They should have looked up…
"It wasn't about me. Prince Vorinth was doing some political maneuvering in an attempt to reduce the noble's opinion of the crown prince. Alric's quite popular, but he is extremely empathetic."-I let out a frustrated breath-"if only I'd stayed away. We could've avoided so much attention then."
For some reason, Korra's eyes filled with pity and her head tilted at a slight angle. "Is it like this all the time? You don't need to justify it, you know. Sometimes, people are just evil."
"I guess. From the way everyone around here talks, you'd think only the demons can be evil."
"We both know that's not true."