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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"So what was that about?" Korra asked as we made our way down the street.
I shook my head, playing with a strand of my hair distractedly. I couldn't get it out of my head either, even minutes after it happened. Everything since then had been a blur, overshadowed by my racing thoughts. I barely even remembered the woman returning and giving us a cloth-covered basket, now held in Gayron's free hand, or Korra ushering me away from the crowd.
"Can you just give prophecies like that whenever now?" Gayron asked, eying me curiously, like I were some kind of shiny bauble.
"I... I don't know," I admitted, my hair swaying around my shoulders as I shook my head in confusion. "It's never happened like that before. At least, I don't think so."
"Well, whatever it is, I think it's cool," Korra said, grinning. "Let's see Verity do that!"