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
A Flower of Hope
Slowly, the evening wore on, and the sun, a ball of light filtering through the white canvas of my tent, dipped behind the mountains. The setting sun bathed the tent in a warm red glow before fading completely, leaving us in darkness. Sari eagerly demonstrated her light magic once again, but Elinore soon gently ushered her away.
"Bye, Xiviyah! I'll visit tomorrow!" Sari said as the life mage pushed her outside.
I waved with a gentle laugh, but my smile faded the moment she was gone. It had been wonderful to see and speak with her, but I wished I could have seen Korra. But she hadn't come by.