The Mediator

A gift passed down to a single individual for as long as they lived. Out of all people in the world, it chose her. She was only fourteen, how was she going to take this into her hands? Her brother had died, the loss only intensifying her powers. Bound to her by a single string, he was unable to leave this world and move on. Her trauma only grew as Death played with her mind, her bonds, manipulating her vision, showing her young and innocent eyes the ugly truth of this world: in the end, we live only to die. She knew of this, but she was determined not to lose hope. She was going to use her abilities for good, helping the dead pass on to the next life. No matter what she tried, however, she couldn't move from the middle, trapped between life and death. This was her job now, she couldn't turn back, she was the mediator.

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