The Legend of the Miracle Tattoo

'With marks of magic on their soul, they'll live in strife until they're whole. The family spread vast and far, will stumble hard and embrace the star. Pain and death await their fail, less by the thousandth sol they tip the scale'

Nino had been born with a tattoo-a small little hexagon on his right wrist. There was nothing odd about the marking other than the fact that no one knew where it came from, but he had his suspicions.

He began to notice the little things: the way his sleeve failed to cover it during a fight, the warm feeling he got when he was afraid, the slight glow in the dark. And the pretty big things, like the shield that shoved his brother to the ground that just... conjured out of nowhere.

Let's just say that when a floating girl showed up at his window, he wasn't completely surprised.