The Markings

"Again." The voice said. It was my instructor Luoy from when I was growing up a long time ago. I was in my younger self. A memory.

His hand slammed into the side of my head, and I smacked onto the ground hard. I wasn't fast enough to block his offense. I turned my head towards the ground and spat out a mouth full of blood.

"Get up." He said.

"No." My voice came out hoarse.

"If I was a real threat to you, you would be dead now. Do you want to die? Is that it?" He snarled at me.

"God, no." I groaned heaving myself up from the ground. Everything hurt. A couple of my ribs felt broken. My wrist felt fractured, and almost everything else was bruised.

Meet Tae, magic, and a world pooling with the darkest fantasies.