YOU
You are a summoner that works in the Mausoleum of Souls. You only started your journey as a summoner a few months ago, by successfully contracting the God of Fire. Should you be able to contract the God of Stone, you could probably become the Head Summoner of the Mausoleum after some time. But right now, your job, as an apprentice, is keeping the fire for the Mausoleum.
You work in the night, around sunset to sunrise, after most people have gone. The Mausoleum quiets down and you can read peacefully. Both your sister and your brother work at the Herbarium at night. Your sister contracted the God of Nature and God of Health and Ill. Your brother cannot contract gods but works at the Plant Ward as a keeper.
They are the only direct family you have left – after a particularly harsh winter, men from the village went out to find catalysts to wake the Harvest. Your father was one of them. Along with three summoners, a total of 15 people never made it back. Some blamed the summoners and the Frost for the icy roads. But more people blamed the outcasted God of Mischief and Aide for her deeds.
You knew father died a hero, sacrificing his life to bring the eventual Harvest. On the contrary, you have never even seen mother. But you have already made peace with this. Though they were never a big factor in your memories, they hang together from one of the high beams in the Mausoleum. Their crystals sparkle together in beauty, under the moon, in the light of the fire you sought to keep.
Sister and brother have always said that you were mom’s favorite. Though you don’t remember it, you choose to believe it. You keep your parent’s crystals beautiful and warm at night. In fact, you keep everyone’s crystals beautiful and polished, because though you did not know all these residents in the Mausoleum, these legacies deserved to be loved and remembered. The fractured bonds that keep you here, as a summoner, guarding the past, are also the bonds that push you to be a better person. As you read the eulogy of these souls, stored inside the Mausoleum, you craft your own identity and write your own story.