Adriana walked absentmindedly, her thoughts still dwelling on the glowing carvings on the rock.

If not for the strange mark hidden beneath the sleeve of her dress, she would have believed

everything had been nothing more than a dream.

Slowly, she lowered her hand.

Her fingers instinctively brushed against the place where the silver mark rested beneath the

fabric.

It was still there.

Real.

A crescent moon surrounding a small flame.

She had tried rubbing it away.

Nothing had happened.

She had even pinched her skin to convince herself she wasn't imagining it.

The mark remained.

Mia remained unusually quiet.

Neither of them knew what to make of it.

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