"Ember!"
My mother's call to school startles me and I am waken from a deep sleep. I rub my eyes only to find wet and crusty tears on my cheeks, and I am sure it is from my dream. I mean, nightmare.
I dreamt that I was in class, writing a prompt about magic's importance in life, when a black figure came in with my sister and started giggling manically. He/she didn't let her out of his/her grip, and it frightened me as she was dragged out of the room, I sitting unmoving and helpless in my seat.
In real life, I look across the room to see my twelve-year-old sister Dalia's bed unmade and clothes leaking out from the closet. Sufficient information to say that she's ready.
I slip back into a light sleep for a few minutes until my mom hollers for me again. This time, I climb out of bed, and approach the flood of a closet and grab a midnight blue tank top with a light gray vest, along with a short black skirt that has ruffles that look like a turkey's'. As I quickly braid my hair like a headband, I catch an unfamiliar mark on my hand and I gasp. I had totally forgotten about that thing! If mom gets one look at it, she'll freak.
I dash downstairs mid-braid and rip open the coat closet. I am filled with relief to find black gloves in the coat closet.
a/n| sorry for the short chapter. more to come! stay tuned! ❤️️❤️️
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Marked
FantasyAspen Woodwork and Ember Aviur are living in completely different worlds, until the Marking. When the mysterious marks appear on their wrists, they are drawn to the sources of magic in the world and thrust into a world of sorcery and treachery. But...
