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

A clear, melodious peal split the air when Korra's fist collided with the Aegis. The note penetrated every sparring battle and training session with ease, drawing the attention of soldiers, onlookers, and camp followers alike. Even the sixth-level mages paused their spells and glanced over, attention set on the unusual noise.

When the haze of water and fog generated by her attack cleared, Korra stepped back with awe on her face. A single hairline crack ran through the Aegis, but even as we watched, it rapidly knit together, drawing only a fraction of mana from my soul for the repairs.

Murmured whispers rose and fell like waves, sweeping through the training grounds as soldiers inquired as to the source and those nearby explained it to them. Korra approached the ball again and tapped it lightly with her finger, making sure it was actually still there and not some illusion.

"Just what did you do to that spell?" she asked, gaping at me.

Hidden Power of Magic Arts