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

Taking a deep breath, I turned toward the walls of the Heartland, barely a quarter mile away. Korra moved to stand beside me, and together, we headed toward the gates. The forest was soft and still, stricken with a winter breeze. Korra shivered, and I cast a first-circle spell, shielding us from the chill.

"Thanks," she murmured, "I was starting to question my choice of apparel."

I glanced at her, eyes lingering on her exposed, finely-toned stomach, and nodded. "I can't believe you gave up magic. That must have been like cutting off an arm. When Lord Byron took away my mana, I…"

I broke off, staring at my feet as we walked. Korra smiled gently, reaching out to ruffle my heart. "It wasn't easy, but now that I'm here, it was worth it. Besides, I managed to invent a new kind of magical technique. Or, at least, I haven't heard of anyone else using something like it before."

I accepted the change in topic gratefully. "What kind of technique?"

Approaching the Church