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
Visitor from the Divine
The night chill permeated the air, creeping through the quiet streets of Heartland City. But it wasn't the Anomaly's power that sent a shiver through my tail, but the white-robed figure standing before us. The priest was middle-aged, with a touch of grey at his temples, and a soul around third-level. His eyes glowed with a familiar power: gold, and laced with stars. Most discomforting, however, was the presence he exuded, a foreign, unfathomable depth that could belong to mortal.
"Perhaps I was hasty in calling you heroes, Korra, and Rachel. One has forsaken the gods, while the other lay forsaken."