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
Orion
At the Orion's directive, Joel's face tightened. He looked about to protest, but with another glance at me, he slumped and nodded. He begrudgingly cleared his throat and met my eyes.
"Very well. In all our years patrolling this canyon, we've never once heard whispers of a sixth-level crawler. Even fifth-level crawlers require an entire battalion to face, so how is it possible you and this…Korra defeated such a monstrosity on your own? Please be accurate in your accounting. Even the smallest detail could prove useful."
I sat back on my hands and stared at the sky, recalling the moment the dreadful creature exploded out of the ground. After a moment to collect my thoughts, I turned and began to tell the story. It was much easier than sharing my experiences the night before had been, not only was it fresh in my mind but I had plenty of practice now. All of my hard work over the last few days was starting to pay off.