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
Heroic Roles
As Gayron and Korra made their way over, I backed away from the eager crowd of soldiers, trusting the Star Guard to handle them. Grasping Sari's hand, I slipped onto Fable's back, wincing as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Let's go," I said, urging Fable forward and giving him a mental picture of where I wanted to go.
Korra and Gayron adjusted their course the moment Fable leaped off the ground. A few seconds later, we were gathered in the crater where Gayron's first attack, the Magma Shot, had landed. It was about a mile and a half from the camp, close enough we could return if needed, but far enough way for some privacy.
"Thanks," I said, rubbing my horn, my tail twitching bashfully.
"Hmm? What for?" Gayron asked.
"It was a little…overwhelming," I admitted.
Korra chuckled and shook her head. "Only you would be worried about talking to a few soldiers after winning a fight like that."