Lost Daughter

I woke up from that night in a haze, my body battered and bruised, my will shaken. As I lay in the storm drenched alley, grappling with the confusion, I replayed the events over and over in my mind looking for what I missed. She, had no known enemies, had met a fate eerily similar to my father's – Dead, leaving behind unanswered questions and a hole in my heart. Alone…

“GO GET HIM!” a voice breaks the rhythm of punches striking the bag before him. A circle of men appears from the dimly lit room as one charges head first at Marcus.

What in my life has caused so many deaths for no reason?

Turning his body just enough to lose focus on the bag, Marcus strikes the man in the face with his left and lands a punch to his stomach, finishing with sweeping his legs out from under him.

Why is this my family's curse? What has gone overlooked or forgotten?

Two more men run in, and without breaking his thought one man hits the ground as Marcus lowers his leg back down while turning to his back. Marcus moves to the man's left side to dodge out of his way and kicks out his knee forcing him to the ground, knocking him out with another kick to the head.

Salvador has no reason to want me dead just yet, he has always been mad about the fleet of ships I destroyed. We moved past that though.

Slamming another man to the ground the waves keep coming. A sword screams from its scabbard as it aims to slice Marcus into two. With a turn Marcus catches the blade in his hand, the pain sips into his mind as his palm is split in two. Punching the swordsman in the face and discarding his weapon to the ground Marcus takes a second to catch his breath.

What have I gained from these past two months?

“ THAT'S ENOUGH FOR TODAY! MARCUS! YOU GOT A VISITOR!” The loud voice echoes through the room as the lights come alive illuminating the gym as 8 men stammer off the floor. A large man stands near a large switch as steam roars overhead, Golden locks drift down the face of a young woman, her mouth gaping wide as her eyes show her fear.

“This Amount of mana, It is not human” Before Moracanna she sees this man standing on his own, his auburn hair flowing down his tanned face, Scar’s and burns line his arms. “The report says he was near death and would never walk again” A large web of mana filled the room with Marcus standing in the center. “This presence is as if a Great Beast is right before me”

“Hello, Just give me a minute to clean up, Jake can I use the office?” Waving over to Morcanna.

“Sure, just don’t do nothin nasty in there!” Jake turns to go back to his work. “Hard to believe just a few days ago he had no use of his arm. He has a bad habit of getting into too many fights.”

“So, whats a H.E.A.T agent want with me today? I am retired after all.” Sitting in Jake's chair at his desk now with his hair raised up into a coif and a comb in one hand. “This cant be about my due’s?”

“Dam’it, This is no time to be jak’n my tail!” Slamming her hand onto the table with a loud Thud “How are you stand’n here? Din’it the doc’s say you were good as a Blivet?”

“Well doll, judging by your unique gilded eyes and those high-grade goggles around your neck. I would have to say you have a Magi-Mutation of your own. Are you perhaps the holder of the eyes of god? Marucs points the tip of his comb towards her eyes. “ My job, unlike yours was mostly on gathering information. I knew from the moment I saw you where you were coming from.”

“ I KNOW WELL AN GOOD, YO’R FISHIN UP SOM’THIN!” Morcanna plops down into the chair across from Marcus, her head facing the wall. She drops her voice to a meek whisper “Listen, I’m here to let ya know ... Grey died.”

”What were his last words?” Marcus stands up from the deck so hard the chair starts falling back.

“He anointed me with the name of Song bird” Morcanna looks towards the ground as she brings up her goggles to cover her eyes.

“Thunder Release: Body Control”With one calm breath Marcus reaches her side, kneeling beside Morcanna and catching her head as it rests onto him. “He was a good man, and a better friend.” The chair crashes to the floor.

“Tonight

Let it be heard

Let not the rain drown them

They are set free in the moonlight,

Songbird.”