Black... White... Asian.. Hispanic... no longer matters. As the day arises on an eighteenth birthday, the change begins. Race does not define you... the mark does. Divided by marks, divided by rank. Hatred for those that are not marked like you. Dethlila, is thrown into this abruptly. An orphan, who did not know her age, until one day... she wakes up and sees the mark.... her fate... Will the mark conform her to social norms... or out of her nonconformity will it spark new inspiration and new... love?