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
Another Vision?
Suddenly, two more powerful presences entered the fray. It was Korra and Grace. Both appeared battered and exhausted, but they walked side-by-side, their hands almost touching, like old friends. Gayron glanced over as they approached and nodded curtly at Korra. He seemed wary of Grace but refrained from attacking her.
"Where is she?" Korra asked, her voice laced with concern.
Gayron opened his mouth to respond and started to nod to the palace but froze. His eyes widened, and his tail stiffened as he slowly turned toward the battle that was taking place without the city. A burnished glow lit the horizon, creeping over the city wall and bathing the city in a sinister red light.
"What the hell is that?" Korra asked, eyes narrowed.
"That's…a lot of fire," Gayron muttered back.