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
Demon Raid
The next few days passed as quickly as the ground beneath Fable's paws. By the end of the first week, we left the forest behind, emerging onto a sweeping prairie. A coarse sea of sharp, long-bladed grass rolled over the gentle hills, an endless expanse of greens and yellows punctuated by bursts of purple coneflowers. Shining ripples flowed across the gentle hills, traveling with the breeze like ocean swells, rustling a low symphony as they passed. In the distance, a herd of bison grazed, their dark forms in stark contrast to the lighter prairie grasses.
"Beautiful," Korra murmured.
I nodded, soaking in the unfamiliar vista, then shot her a strange look. "Wait, haven't you already seen this before?"
She nodded, smiling gently. "Yeah, but some things are easier to appreciate when you share them with friends."