Darkness Fading

Chapter Five [Revised 2.18.16]

***This is a very short snippet from Mercer's POV. Chapter six is coming soon! What do you think of Mercer? Thank you for reading. :)***

"The siren waits thee, singing song for song."

-Walter Savage Landor

Mercer

The whispers woke me. A faint child-like voice begged to be heard, offering impossible promises in exchange for discovery.

I'll give you power beyond all comprehension ...

The volume of her enchanting whispers grew louder or softer depending on which way I rolled in the bed. The closer I got to finding her, the louder she would become.

Find me, Mercer. I will change your life.

My head was throbbing with her endless pleas. I hadn't heard her whispers in ... centuries. The damn keeper this generation must have failed. She was no longer cloaked.

A wave of nausea caused me to roll out of bed and sprint to the bathroom, back hunched and hand pressing into my stomach. Thankfully, when I crouched above the toilet, the ice cold tile eased the sickness.

With my headache lifting and stomach under control, I realized what it meant to hear the Asonja's call. The whispers were a siren song to the supernatural world. With the world consisting of more dark creatures than light, I couldn't leave the fate of the medallion to chance. If I could hear her, so could every other night creature on earth.

I have to find it.

The whispers weren't as loud as they could be, which meant the Asonja was far away from Italy. A few days, if I flew.

I racked my brain, trying to remember the last Keeper I had been in contact with. It was generations ago, somewhere in America. I cursed the witch for convincing me to stop keep tabs on the Keepers. 'It's safer this way,' she had said.

Safer my ass.

When I had the Asonja hidden all those years ago, I convinced myself this day would never come. The witches had assured me the creatures of the night would never hear the medallion's tantalizing whispers again. Athaliah, you have failed me.

I pulled myself up from the cold hard tile and made my way into my tiny bedroom to get dressed. I could only hope I'd make it in time. Callum will have already started his pursuit, ruthlessly destroying anyone in his path.

He may be faster, but I am stronger.

I grabbed my cell phone from the dresser and unplugged it from its charger.

"Athaliah. Get ready."