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
New Magic
"We go forward," I said, looking around the command tent.
The ring of soldiers looked at me intently, many reflecting acceptance or trepidation. Most were familiar to me, but I knew many of the senior squad leaders by little more than face.
With the addition of the different branches, the command structure of the Last Light Company had been consolidated. Commander Bethiv stood at the head, with Jackal and Joel serving as secondary leadership with the assumed rank of Captain. Korra and I were outside the command structure, though not a single soldier dared to disobey us.
"I see," Bethiv said, nodding. "In that case, we'll break camp tomorrow and head toward Brithlite City. Jackal, Joel, see that your men are ready to move by dawn."
"Yes sir," the two captains said with a salute.