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
Levin
The world filled with fire, blinding, voracious flames that burned so hot the sun itself felt dim. The ground trembled as the rampaging fire collected into meteors and began their descent, raining toward the city in an endless wave of death. The earth trembled at their coming, and the air shimmered with heat, the sky a swirling mass of black smoke and crimson light.
The flames reflected in my eyes, glistening curls of death, as I desperately searched the rubble from atop Fable's back. Where had we left Korra? It hadn't been too far, had it?