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

R'lissea waited just long enough for me to eat a quick breakfast before whirling me up to my room. From there, everything blurred, from combing my hair to choosing a dress. She was meticulous, brushing every lock until it gleamed. For my dress, she chose the one I'd bought with Tana, the white satin cut with a red ribbon sash around the waist. It wasn't fit for a meeting of royalty and empires, but I didn't care for their decorum. Wearing something I'd chosen with a dear friend meant more than any lace, ribbon, or silk.

"That's good enough," R'lissea said, giving a self-satisfied nod.

I let out a long breath. "Finally. It's been like an hour."

She clicked her tongue. "That's what happens when you don't do your hair for a week. It's long and beautiful, but that just makes you responsible."

"You sound like Korra," I muttered, "But thanks. Is this good enough?"

She took my hand and pulled me in front of a mirror. "Take a look for yourself."

Out of Haven