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
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Gayron towered twenty feet tall, a monstrous demon of muscle, scale, and fire. His claws, large enough to engulf my torso, wrapped around me, pinning my arms. I screamed as their razor edges shattered my cloak's protection, slicing through my dress. Long, thin lines of blood welled across my arms, back, and beneath my breasts where his claws dug into my skin. When one claw caught the edge of the sunpurge on my side, the world turned black and white, a blinding agony consuming me.
"Xiviyah!" Korra's frantic voice tore through the air haze of pain, accompanied by a sharp bark from Fable. I could feel my wolf's strength flowing into me from the bond, probably the only thing keeping me conscious.
We crashed down away from my allies, between the two armies. Gayron's claws dug deeper as we hit the ground, a small crater forming in the tundra. Flames licked across my entire body, curling the edges of my shredded dress, but they had no power against my Adaptive Resistance.