I woke up the next morning groggy, but yet still somehow still awake to make my way through the house. I walked into the kitchen to see my dad trying to make pancakes. He's not the best, but he tries. "Morning dad." I said giving him a hug. "Still sleepy are we?" he asked. "Maybe, how's the cooking coming along?" I asked, letting go of my grip around him. "It's coming along, and they will be done soon. Please go set the table." he said. I grabbed two plates, two cups, two knives, two forks and walked over to the small table. While I was setting the table, I was thinking, should I tell him about last night? I did promise I would tell him if something was going on. But.... he probably won't understand. He came over with the plate of pancakes and sat down.
"So, are you going to tell me about what happened lat night?" he asked while cutting into the soft cake. "It was nothing. Just another nightmare." I answered. My mind immediately focused of my new tattoo courtesy of the man and woman from my dreams. "What was it about?" he asked, eating a bite of his pancake. "Well..... there was a man who started talking to me about this thing, then a woman appeared and touched me, then I woke up." I said really fast hoping he didn't get it. I finished my pancake, "May I be excused?" I asked. "Sure... Your sure you're okay?" he replied. Thanks, and yes. Don't worry. After I get ready, I will do the dishes." I said getting up from my seat and walked back to my room.
I locked my door and walked over to my mirror. I lifted up my left sleve and stared at my mark. It was as black as the midnight sky. What was the purpose of this mark? Why did they even think they would gain from marking me. I mean, it's just a mark right? I thought. I walked to my closet and grabbed a tank top and my blue flannel.
After I got changed, I walked over and got my suitcase and made sure I had everything that I needed for the trip. I wonder what it will be like there. Dad said that he went there for high school. He said that it is a great school, but something about the way he was telling me about it did not sound right. I walked out of my room, went to the kitchen and started drying dishes. Half way through, my mark started burning like I had just touched a hot stove. I covered my mouth to try and hold in my scream, but accidentally dropped a plate. It crashed onto the floor. Bits and pieces of it scattered around the tile floor. In my ear I could hear someone whispering, Find it! Or you will belong to us forever! After I heard that, my mark was back to normal.
I cleaned up the broken pieces of the plate and threw it away. Luckily my dad did not hear that. I seem to always be so clumsy on accident. This was no accident. Why did the mark start hurting and why did I hear that man's voice again. Surely they cannot control me with this mark, could they?
I glanced over at the clock. It was almost time for me to leave for school. I went back to my room grabbed my suitcase and my phone, and headed to the door. As I was putting my shoes on, my dad walked over to me. "Do you have everything?" he asked me. "Yes, I have everything." I replied. "Dad, have you ever heard of 'The Chosen One'?" I asked while tying my shoes. The was a slight pause, then he spoke. "No, I don't think I have ever heard that before. You have your Eye of Horus necklace on right?" "Yah, I always have it on," I replied. "Good, keep it close and don't ever take it off, promise?" he said. "Alright. I promise." I said. I gave him a big hug, walked out the door, and headed toward the taxi parked infront of the house.
