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
The Road to Liceria
The moment we returned from Haven, Bethiv sent word to the various officers of the Last Light Company. Less than an hour later, the camp was a hive of activity, every soldier preparing to march. Tents vanished like trees felled in a hurricane, and before nightfall, all that remained was a vast, empty plain dotted with the scattered ashes of cold campfires.
Now, several hours later, we were traveling at the head of the column of soldiers. The sun was directly in our eyes, casting a low, golden glow across the land. I groaned as Fable trotted over a particularly large boulder, slumping forward and draping myself over my wolf's shoulder.
"Couldn't we have waited for tomorrow?" I muttered. "Now that we're started, I doubt anyone will want to stop to rest tonight."
"Not if we're really being spied on," Korra answered with a shrug. "But why are you complaining? You don't even half to walk, just sleep on the way."