Agnes
. . .
"Since when did you have a tattoo?" Papa Kane asked me when I was helping in the kitchen. The kids finished their meals so Mama Iris was helping them change so they could rest. The three of us did not eat yet since there wasn't enough room in the table so the three of us would usually eat after them.
I shrugged my shoulders and continued to wash the dishes. I didn't even had the slightest idea to imprint a tattoo of a crown on myself.
"I don't know." I answered softly, still confused how I got this mark. I tried brushing it off and washing it but it wouldn't come off. This is weird!
Papa Kane sighed and took my hand and examined it. He touched the mark.
"It looks familiar, right?" I asked him and he nodded. Where did I see this before?
Papa Kane's eyes widened as if he figured out the answer and he took my other hand.
"It's you crest! It's the same one!" He said. I immediately compared the two and was surprised that Papa Kane was right. It's the same as my crest! Hera's crown! How did I—
I just remembered what happened with the mysterious woman earlier. When the crystalline ball she handed me suddenly disappeared. That's not possible, and I didn't even feel any bit of magic from her. Is it possible that she's responsible why I got this mysterious tattoo all of a sudden?
"Papa Kane, do you know someone from here who has a jet black hair? She's old and wears a cloak." I tried to explain how looked like, but for some reason. I couldn't. I know how, and I can still remember her, but something won't just let me describe her.
As if describing her shouldn't be done.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"Earlier. Near the park when I was trying to catch up with Lily, she bumped into a cloaked woman then after a while she suddenly told me things about Hera, or something." I explained.
Hera's only follower? That's impossible. There are billions of human: born with magic, blessed with magic, or powerless. And the possibility of being the only person to be blessed by a deity is impossible. Sure, there are rare people, demigods. Children of deities that's only one of their kind. But for a worshipper to be alone in a world reigned by deities, it is impossible.
Hera is known to be reserved, yet vicious. Surely, there are more worshippers that have been blessed by her in this vast world. In this town, I may be the only one but I'm sure there are hundreds or thousands who are same as mine.
"What did she tell you?" Papa Kane asked.
"That I'm the only person blessed by Hera. That I'm one of a kind." I answered and prepared clean dishes at the table so the three of us could start eating.
Papa Kane was eyeing me for some time before he started talking.
"You know, for all the years I've been living. Some years I've been travelling in different places, and I already met countless magic users. But I never met a blessed of Hera. Not even a worshipper. I think they're one of the rarest. That means you're rare too." He told me.
Rare? Isn't Hera the queen of the Greek Pantheon? Shouldn't she be one of the prominent and worshipped goddess? And what's that gotta do with this tattoo?
But weirdly enough... since earlier, I have this sudden rush of feeling inside me.
Somehow, this mark that mysteriously appears in my wrist made me feel... profound. Like I just gained something I couldn't put my hands on. As if I felt this sudden surge of power, but at the same time, something inside me felt lighter. It confused me too. Why I suddenly felt something like this. What did that woman do to me?
