Nanairo No Compass
Near a grand church was a cemetery. In an empty cemetery stood many gravestones of those of the dearly departed but one in particular stood out from the rest.
A young woman with midnight black hair and amber eyes sat in front of the grey stone tombstone, a picture in the slot. It was of a man with about the same length hair as hers, down to her shoulders. Written on the stone was a small passage of honorable words.
‘Here lies Kyo Shinsetsu, a loving son and dedicated father.’
The girl tried to hold back her tears as flashbacks of her father’s last moments flashed in her mind before she brought a hand to her mouth. “I’m sorry, papa…I’m so sorry…” She whimpered. Before the tears fell, a voice echoed in the meadows of the dearly departed.
“Ahhh... only to you will it reach. The sound of this wind.”
The girl immediately snapped her head up. Was it really the voice of the person she l