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
Secrets in the Night
The darkness receded as I released the Oracle of Eternity, and we were back in the Heart of Haven. It was hard to say if we'd ever truly left or if it had all been a vivid projection within my soulspace. Strangely, I felt no curiosity about it, only a heavy sadness that mirrored the expressions on Korra and Gayron's faces.
"I can't believe Grace is...is..." Korra trailed off, her eyes hollow and distant. "She was right there, but I couldn't do anything."
"But it's unreliable, right? That's what you said," Gayron muttered, his gaze fixed on me. His tone was defiant, but the slump of his shoulders betrayed his true feelings.
I shook my head, biting my lip as they both flinched in response. "It was just a vision, it hasn't happened yet. But it will, though, if nothing is changed."
"How can you be so, ugh, I don't know... detached about all this?" Korra's voice cracked, tears welling up in her eyes. "How are you alright?"