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
Haven
I sighed as the others dissolved into starlight, dismissed from this realm with a wave of my staff. As I was about to follow them, the spirit's voice resonated through the ethereal space.
"My Lady, would you remain with me a moment longer?"
I paused, a small knot of unease forming in my stomach. The spirit hadn't uttered a word since questioning Gayron, but now that we were alone, it descended to stand before me. Fable, loyal as ever, remained by my side, his presence a comfort in the wake of my emotional outburst. But what could be so important that the spirit didn't even want Korra to hear?
"Yes?" I asked in a small voice.
"What is this realm called?"
I blinked, my tail twitching in surprise. "Sorry?"
"This realm. What do you wish to call it?"
"I'm not sure I understand. Isn't it just a gate? Won't it break apart the moment I leave?"