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 Promise of my Own
Flowers to choose? With some uncertainty, my eyes skittered over the overwhelming display of blossoms For a second, the vibrant splashes of color swam together, making my head spin, blurring until I felt panic well up in my chest. The expectant gazes of my friends weighed heavily, and I felt my tail swish nervously behind me. Was I bound to disappoint them already?
Suddenly, like a ray of sunshine, a single flower came into focus, a small, unassuming pile in the back. My hand hovered over the dizzying display of color, hesitating but for a moment, and darted forward, selecting a white blossom delicately balanced on a thin stem. The petals were soft and round, with a hint of pink at the heart, like a shy blush.
"This one?" I asked hopefully, the stem twisted between my anxious fingers.
Korra's smile was instant. "That'll be perfect. Looks like there's enough, too." She gestured at the small pile of flowers I had selected from.