"Congratulations, you are now in the possession of a healthy baby girl."
The man, marked with a stork on his right elbow, handed Amy and Geoffrey a young girl, with a large bandage around everything from her elbow to her shoulder.
"Thank you Chief Sam." The couple said in unison, as the rest of the community clapped their hands together, creating an empty sound.
Chief Sam started reciting the rules, like he did to every couple receiving a child.
"Remember, you may look at the child's mark, but only once. She may never be able to see her mark until her ceremony, dedicating her to work full time in the society. Now, what name would you like to give the child?"
Amy and Geoffrey had already secretly chosen a name, knowing this was the year they were getting their certain amount of children. They knew they would get only one, so they planned the child's possible names.
"We would like to name her Calypso." Amy announced. The couple looked nervously at Chief Sam. "That name is acceptable."
Looking out at the crowd, he pointed at the girl in Amy's arms and announced, "Welcome Calypso Namor to the society!"
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Marked at Birth
Science FictionWhen you are born, your fate is decided for you. Your match, your job, your children, and even when you die. Thanks to Anonymous_115 for this awesome cover!
