Author_of_Fate

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 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?

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The Forsaken Hero

The vision replayed through my mind: Korra's blood, her scream, and her terrible, empty eyes. There was nothing I could do to save her. It was the same as before. I was as helpless as the day Lord Byron left Aurle dead in my arms.

But something had changed since that awful day so long ago, something Gathrin had reminded me of. I was no longer alone. I didn't have to do everything myself.

I rose from Fable's side, my body protesting with a hundred tiny aches. My hands continued to shake as I hastily dressed, feeling like I could, at any moment, break into tears again. The vision's fulfillment was still weeks away, but every second felt like an eternity. There was no time to lose, not even to curl up with Fable for another minute's sleep.

As I moved to leave the room, Fable rose and blocked the doorway.

Inviting A Demon