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
Prophecy
"Shopping?" I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief.
It had been an hour since our impromptu meeting in the inn's common room, but everything since then felt like a hazy dream. The constant hum of the sunpurge, the agonizing reminder of my injuries, made it difficult to focus on anything else.
"Of course!" Korra said, "It'll take the army at least a day or two to mobilize, so we might as well take advantage of the time to relax a bit. Besides, don't you want to see how well the city is doing? We might even find someone you can help or heal!"
"Maybe," I said hesitantly, rubbing my aching horn. "But should we really be doing something like this?"
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Relax a little. Just because we're in a war doesn't mean we can't find small moments like this to enjoy ourselves. In fact, I think that makes it even more important. Right, Gayron?"