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

I awoke to someone shaking me. The motion was soft and gentle, like a ripple on a pond, but even that sent waves of agony searing through me, scattering my already bleary thoughts. My tail quivered uncontrollably as I curled into a ball, shrinking from the hand that brought me such pain.

"P-please!" I whimpered. My throat was bloody and raw, like I'd been screaming. It made sense, considering the pain I was in, but why did I hurt so much? Not a single cohesive thought or memory made it through the fog caused by the fiery ache in my shoulder, and I was left afraid and confused.

The voice was familiar, but strained and desperate. A memory flickered through my mind: a girl with short brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a teasing smile. Korra.

The Grip of Justice