Prologue
"He's smiling...a bit strange for a dead man, right?" A young woman clad in night's attire speaks, her voice noting a hint of morbid humour to her counterpart, a man cloaked in shadows of the large tombstones creeping high into the sky. "I suppose...can we hurry up," he adds, his impatience sweeping from his black maw, the soft cracking of zeroed fingers eminating from the darkness. "Sure, sure, sure handsome...just give me a sec..." Alabaster fingers stretch out as they caress the cold cheak of grim's victim, a soft embrace of life and death precipitated from the touch of two. From the depths of her volumunous dress she reveals a black rose, her pedals breathing a scent of beauty and death. It takes its new home over the body, thrown down at his chest without a second glance...
"Its beautiful, isn't it?"
"What?"
"The moon" a thin streak of white stretches out from the darkness shooting towards that opaque sphere in the sky.
"Yeah...it almost makes me feel as if...as if I had a heart"
He breaks out from his black veil, a smile and a disapproving nod accomodating him. "Don't fool yourself. You know we don't have hearts...that time has passed...we're just memories now...how many more are left?" A silent creeps over the two, it seems as if the world needs to listen on them. Death, Life, Time, Spirit, Nature, they're all listening"
"Seven...seven souls are left...It's sad. The mass of them has no idea who we are...but still...we can't leave until we cut all of our ties"
"Don't tell me your gonna cry. Stop trying to become one of them. It's that which we lack that makes us strong. Live with it. Heh, heh"
"Shutup. That's not funny...you know how much I still think about that time. We're still children."
"Children!? Children!? Children are what they are because they have hearts! Do we have to go through this again! You aren't real! You were never real! Get it through your head!" His voice screaming to the heavens as he throws his arms in uproar as if to call lightning from the sky, coincedentally, a storm was brewing over head.
"And what if I want to be a child again!? Is that so much to ask! To be free from these chains and actually show my face to someone other than you and throw away these grim cloaks that mask our every being."
"You don't have a being! You lost it! Don't you remember!
A fail wind blows and a tear drops from to its death...or should I say its birth.

Chapter 2
"You saw how he was today. He's lost it all. There's nothin' in him anymore. You might as well just bury the kid, it's not like he'd care. He prolly thinks he's dead too." A flash of white streaks pass the girl's head and precipitates a loud scream.
..."He's not dead till he understands the true meaning to be alive" The man brandishes his palm as if it were some kind of sword and sheathes it back beneath his pockets.
"And how do you suppose you bring him back from this death of his!? He won't say a damn word, Mockery!" Her hands gripping tightly into the old man's shoulders, quickly forgetting the burning pain left on the side of her cheak. If it weren't for the strength illustrated from that slap to the girls face, you might think the old man would die right there, looking as old as he does.
"Unhand me Ms. Lanning. I have my own methods as to how I plan to bring this vessel back into existance and I rather not bore you with the details...and for my old age I'd think you'd have a bit more confidence in me...after all...I have been around the block once or twice" With an open hand, he breaks free from her, a light chuckle surprisingly finding its way out from what looks like a stone eternally immortalized in a serious position.He then walks off a light tune following in his wake, nostalgic of his youth as he joins in the morbid music of the night with his cane in hand. 'Winter seems close by. I suppose a race is at hand'