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
Whispers of Dread
"Xiviyah, what is it? Please, wake up!"
I came out of the vision slowly, groggily opening my eyes to find Korra peering anxiously down at me. She held me tight in her arms, holding me close enough I could feel her rapidly palpating heart beating against my breast.
"I'm…alright," I groaned, rubbing a horn.
Visions were never easy, especially when I didn't have a few hours of sleep to come out of it. This time especially though felt rough, perhaps because of the forced nature. The Oracle of Eternity proved yet again its differences from the Eyes of Fate. Instead of just warning me of incoming ripples in fate, it allowed me the chance to see them. With all of my practice controlling my visions, I could have stopped it had I really wanted to. Now, after witnessing the coming conflicts, I was grateful I hadn't.
Korra smoothed a strand of crimson hair away from my face. "What happened? You just collapsed, and I…um, didn't know what to do."