Waybound (Cradle, #12)

by Will Wight

“I am the original,” Mercy said firmly. “You are my Remnant, and you will serve my will.” “Whatever I can do to help!” The Remnant held out a hand with rounded, stubby fingers. Mercy hesitated. Against her better judgment and her mother’s instincts, she said, “Are you…Are you sure?” “You’re going to do something hard, aren’t you? It makes you sad.” The Remnant patted her chest. “I want to help you.” It hadn’t been long since Mercy stopped crying, but tears welled up in her eyes again. “Thank you.” The Remnant beamed. “Don’t give up, Mercy! We’ll do this together!” Then the spirit flowed back into Mercy, weaving through her body. Archlord soulfire supported the process, and Mercy could feel herself changing. But not very much. In the end, the only obvious change she kept was her hair. It floated like a gas, or like it was drifting through water. The same sort of hair Uncle Fury had. And her mother. When she was finished, Mercy stood up and brushed off her knees. “Well, uh…I made it!” Orthos and Ziel watched her with flat looks. Little Blue cheered.