Jfetherston
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Cassandra dies, except she doesn't.
Suspended in the second before her body should shatter against the icy water, she meets Death. He isn't skeletal. He isn't comforting. He's inevitable.
He offers a choice; not heaven, not hell, but the mantle. An ancient offer made once every generation to someone standing at the edge of death: fade into whatever comes next, or take the weight of walking between life and death, ferrying what is owed. Most accept out of fear of the unknown.
Cassandra responds no differently.
But Cassandra isn't like the others. She isn't effected by Death's touch, his finger tips don't wither her to ash. But she can't quite follow the rules, she keeps bending and twisting destiny; a careful tapestry woven by Fate. And Fate doesn't like his threads altered.