I came up with this idea one day when I was sitting outside in the middle of the night and was staring at the sky. Remembering that each constellation beholds a element like water, fire, air, and earth. I thought what if people were born with dots almost like freckles that contained powers? Also knowing that when you connect each star in a constellation in a certain way it forms a picture So when the dots are traced on human skin making a picture that person could then use their powers.
This maybe a stupid idea, and I don't think I will write more unless this story gets some positive feedback. So do not forget to comment and maybe even vote. I hope you enjoy.
“Mommy!” I scream as the guards force me away from my own mother. My mother tries to fight back but a blow to the back of the head pushes her to the floor. Watching as her eyes slowly close and she falls forward. Her body twitches but it only makes a guard walk over and kick her side. “Mommy! Leave her alone!” I yell tears rain down my rosy cheeks. My tiny hands behind my back my weak body soon grows tired.
Dragging me into a small room the walls are grey and the floor is only made up of dirt. My once white summer dress is now black and bloody. Guards stand against every wall something moves in the corner. But my attention goes to a tall man maybe in his 40’s as he walks up to me. Grabbing my cheeks and squeezing them with much force. Turning my head side to side like I’m some animal.
“The mark” He orders one guard whispers something in the man’s ear. A grin appears on his face only making my stomach twist and turn. Pulling my arm out from behind my back and then ripping my arm sleeve off. Reveling freckle like dots on my wrist. The man’s mouth waters and his eyes seem soulless
“Get the boy now.” He whispers this time his husky voice is much calmer. He smooths out his suit with his hands as they pull a boy from the back room. The boy looks my age about ten. His choppy maple brown bangs fall in the middle of his pure blue color eyes. A long scar from the corner of his left eye runs down to the middle of his cheek. His pale skin makes his bruises look so much darker then what they should be.
The boy looks confused but then the man places his hand on the boy’s shoulder and then nods. The guard lets me go I hit the ground. My legs will not move so the boy kneels down next to me. Reaching for my wrist where the marks are. He shows his dot marks that are on his wrist to. Laying on the dirt floor my breathing begins to calm back down now.
“I’m sorry.” He almost cries as he traces the marks hitting each dot perfectly. As he hits the last dot soon my arm feels warm. But the warmth grows and soon it feels like my whole arm is on fire. The pain feels never ending until he traces the dots on his wrist. Placing his hands on both sides of my face. His hands feel like ice. Drawing my attention back to the man, a look of success oozes from his eyes. Pulling my eyes back on the boy staring deep into his eyes. Soon words dance in my mind.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” The voice echoes in my mind. The boy nods his head showing that it is him. “What is going on?” I think back but the man breaks the connection as he pulls the boy back throwing him to the floor.
“The bond is made. Take the girl with us.” He grins and the hell begins
