I have a gift. Everyone has a gift in my town. Everyone views my gift as a curse, but everyone thinks that way about everyone's power except me. Thus I was turned away, persecuted for refusing to persecute until it all ended.
The new age began and was soon corrupted like the old. People storm throughout using their curses to wreak havoc on the town. The only thing standing in their way is me.
My gift is the most unusual. I breathe life into anything, whether it is dead people or art. My creations controlled justice and comforted me. They still do, but not the way I remember. I remember being in the middle of everything. Like I didn't belong. Everything around me was a violent abyss. One that sucks you up in nightmares forcing you to sleep because you don't want to wake up and find it wasn't a dream.
And the day I died, I thought it was all too easy, escaping my abyss.
But nothing ever went the way I wanted. Even in death I could not escape. I tried many times until that day i fell forever. And I came back to life.
But that day....
Something....Changed.
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