I surprised myself with that last sentence. I was just repeating what the villagers claimed. We usually called our powers 'gifts' and ourselves 'the holders'.
With that, I turned around and scooped Katherine back up. "Come on guys. We're going." I started walking away. A second passed before I realized no one was following me. I turned around and immediately saw why though.
Gabbi had her back to us. There was something on her left shoulder. Like mine, just fainter. She had her neck twisted so she was looking at me. There were tears brimming in her murky green eyes. "Would you trust me if I said I went through the same horrors you did?"
Slowly, I unzipped my jacket and turned my back on her. Then I pulled the left shoulder of my shirt down, revealing the elaborate 'd' on my shoulder.
When we were rounded up, the villagers took a red hot stamp and pressed it on our shoulder. It had left a 'd' mark on our shoulders. D for demon. We were two years old then.
Gabbi had turned to me and bowed her head.
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FantasíaWhat if mythicals existed? And were abandoned in the forest at a young age? Do they have anywhere to go? Will they eventually fight back? Another book I'm writing hehe. My friends and I are making this one a movie too.
