MEDIATOR : AWAKENING
All rights go to Meg Cabot
This is simply a work of fan-written fiction (or "Fanfiction")

Prologue

Have you ever seen those movies- the ones where something is always in the mirror? My dream was like that. I think it was a dream, at least. The hand that shot out of the mirror and wrapped around my throat, though, felt very real. I stared into the eyes of the spirit, and struggled to breathe.
Behind him, many more crowded around the mirror, reaching out. Long nails scratching at my face, trying to pull me into the mirror with them. I didn't want to- I couldn't. I knew what hid behind the mirror. I think we all did, deep down.
"Tell them," the man muttered darkly in an accent, "we're coming."
How was I supposed to tell them, I wondered briefly, if you're trying to choke the life out of me?
I didn't stop to think of the "them" this man was referring to. Couldn't he have been a bit more specific? But, this was all a dream, though. This all made no sense. I should be able to gasp out something or blink and wake up, but it felt as if I really were choking. Black dots blocked out the glowing light coming out of the mirror, and off their bodies.
This was all a dream- just a dream.
"Oh, trust me, Senorita. This is all but a dream."
And that's when the hands reached out and pulled me into the mirror with them. Sadistic smiles and evil intentions greeted me, nails and freezing air biting into my skin. I didn't even have time to scream or struggle when they pushed me into the black abyss with red smoke curling out of it.
This was it.
This was death.
Or, something much worse.