Description
"What's the last thing you can remember, Mary?", the woman with the stone-cold face, a stern beauty, asked cut and dry. She readied her pencil to write down my words, her eyes drilling into my head. Every single word of mine was documented. I took a deep breath. Pictures. Sounds. They all flashed before my own eyes. Screams. Fire. Burning. Blood. The word survivor. I closed my eyes. Red I saw red. Only red. But before I could think more about it, my mouth already chose an answer. "Forget-me-nots." Even to me, my own voice sounded foreign. "Myosotis", she stated, nodding, causing her ink black hair with the blue shine to shake. "What do they mean to you? Is that your favourite flower?" "I don't know." I could only remember their screams and the heavy weight on my shoulders. But who were they? What had I done? But more importantly - why couldn't I remember? Endless wandering comes to an end - and a new life begins. Not an easy one - but long and agonizing. The last witch of her kind and family, born to thrive but forced to forget why. Mary Rebecca Brooks found herself in the middle of nowhere, lost, alone and confused. Who was she? Where was she? Why was she here? Mary wanders the world for a purpose, travels in search for her home that she can never seem to find. Her search comes to a halt when she is taken in by a stern looking woman. Under the excuse of treating her mental state, Mary is given a home until she can remember herself and who she is - but living in the mansion of "Sieur Baldwin" has its price. And the price is finding out your true identity. Death accompanies her every step, as well as a handful of vampires, witches, demons, angels - all because of who she is. Or was. The last Southeil witch. A survivor. A weaver.
Prologue | Blissful
