Mythical Tattoos (One Shot)
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It was common for children to hear myths, fairy tails, and legends.
And the children would think it was a real or fake story depending on the parents response.
Well, in my families case it was real, as children it'd be tradition to tell kids all stories they could, and which ever character stuck on or made their own character, their child would have their 'Mythical Tattoo' sign meaning.
Mythical Tattoos were started to brand the children who were meant to go to the Myth School for ages 15-20 to learn their own magic.
People learned of our kind, the normal kind of hated us...
And a few years later when I was 14 something started to change...
Evil beings came upon us, right after I was called 'Unique'...
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