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 had 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

"Victor?" I shook my head. "No, please don't. He believed me."

Korra let out a low whistle. "For real? Him?"

"I...think so. He could have killed me, but he didn't."

"I'm surprised he had the strength to try," Gayron said, scrutinizing Victor. "I was sure I killed him in Brithlite."

I took a breath and turned, making my way toward the Justice Hero. On my second step, my leg buckled, and I fell against Fable, wincing.

"Don't try to walk," R'lissea said, taking my arm.

She effortlessly lifted me onto Fable's back, her hand lingering on my thigh. Her eyes were filled with concern, and she gave me a gentle squeeze.

"I didn't even cast that much magic," I complained.

"You don't have to. Your body is fragile, remember? And with how close things got there... It's no wonder you're tired. Are you sure you want to talk to him? We could take care of it," R'lissea said, glancing at Korra.

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