In the broken city of Mercifer, tucked away on the small island of Mercry, children are born with supernatural abilities.
Vyncent Degray is one of them.
Hidden in a prison of bones, he must come back to the light.
His task:
To kill Mercifer's murder...
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Wandering through the graveyard, it felt like someone was watching me. I knelt down at the grave stone, the flowers nestled tightly between my hands. They were red, romantic roses, not the type you would expect to find at a graveyard. But I think my mother deserved the red roses, because I'd like to think she gave me the greatest love of all.
"She just disappeared," said Father, his words strained and helpless. His tiresome face was forlorn, lost in thoughts of his own. His heart was broken, so broken that I feared it would never mend. And his eyes were soulless, staring drearily into an abundance of nothing. "We've tried looking for her. We've searched everywhere. I'm afraid she's not coming back. I don't know what's happened, Vee, but she's gone. And I don't think we'll see her again."
I removed a small rose bulb from the bouquet. "For Hunter," I spoke softy, my voice tantalisingly smooth. "I'll tell him it was from you."
"Why not?" I had asked, trembling, trying to find the light in his eyes, but it wasn't there. Father pulled me close to his chest, I could feel his heart pounding in sink with mine. His hand stroked my hair, and I drowsily closed my eyes. "Will you have to look after Hunter and me on your own, now that Mother's not going to be here anymore?"
I cautiously positioned the roses into the yellow honeysuckle jar. Red and yellow don't look perfect together, but it would have to do for now.
"I'll try my best," Father promised. He was so close, but his voice sounded painstakingly faraway. "I'll look after you. You and Hunter. I love you."
I tucked a rose bulb into the pocket of my coat, for Hunter. I traced each corner and line of the indented name on the grave stone, it only made me miss her more. I can't remember her, not like I used to. When Mother was alive, she wasn't really here anyway. It was only when we needed her she came. But now that she's gone, there's a hole in my heart because she'll never be back. Even when I need her, crying for her, calling for her, her name will be lost in the wind.
"I love you too," I mumbled, falling asleep in Father's arms. "And I also love Mother, and I know she loves me too. I will miss her very, very much. But I know that she's safe because she has us to think of her every day."
Lost in the wind of another world.
My Father's cream pink hair fell gently over his eyes, they were green, like mine. He cradled me in his arms, wanting to never let go. "That's right, Venus, we will always have her in our hearts. That way, she can never die."
On Mercry, no one can leave, not that one might ever want to. The outside world is a dangerous, dangerous place. Father, Hunter and I call it the beyond and further. We think that's where Mother might be, if she's still alive. I went there once. But I chose not to stay.
