Author_of_Fate

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	I closed my eyes with a sigh and let the needle slip through limp fingers. It wasn’t like anyone would miss me. They could always find someone else to beat or rape. The nothingness was a relief. At least now I have peace.
	Only...I don’t remember 'nothingness' having so many gods.  
	As one of ten heroes chosen by the Divine, I was sent to another world to fend off a demon invasion. But, the gods aren’t all helpful, and treat this as a game. Waking up in the magical world of Enusia, I found myself cursed and alone, clapped in chains and despised. This world was worse, far worse than the playground I so naively left behind, filled with betrayal, pain, and death.

I've heard that the brightest lights cast the longest shadows. Perhaps, in this life, I can find if that's true. I'm tired of living in the dark. It's time to  find the light.

The Forsaken Hero

The tournament progressed swiftly throughout the day, the audience's energy growing with each match. The first round of fights was intentionally designed to be one-sided to weed out the weaker heroes early. Interestingly enough, I had originally been intended to face off against Korra, which allowed her to progress to the second round without competing. As the second round began, the atmosphere in the arena grew tense with anticipation, and the crowd's excitement was palpable. Spectators eagerly observed each bout, analyzing techniques and predicting outcomes. 


At long last, Korra stood and stretched, reaching her arms high over her head. I couldn't help but glance enviously at her well-developed chest, straining against her robes due to the pose. Catching myself staring, I tore my gaze away and blushed softly, wishing her luck in her match. The Storm Hero, Grace, rose to join her, and the two descended to the arena floor.


Storm and Water