![]() ![]() ![]() In all the years that followed the unfortunate circumstances of my birth, I’d yet to discover a curse over me, but I supposed there was still time left. They’d made their mark in the time that they were here. It didn’t matter that the fae had barely been seen in decades, that in some places their kind hadn’t been sighted in as long as a century. Not when the fae that marked me were known for their trickery, for the games they played with humans and the treachery that was sure to follow. Wherever I went, I was unlikely to be trusted. Most of the villagers fell somewhere in between, a place where they didn’t quite try to burn me at the stake but still crossed the street when passing, just to be sure. Those less so simply believed me unlucky. ![]() That affliction led those most superstitious to believe me a changeling, a creature of the fae realm itself. Long after my skin flooded with more human color, my hair remained a brand of my affliction. The incarnation of the fae shone through me, and for that I would never be allowed to rest. I was fae-marked in that instant, damned forever to live beneath the sideways glances and whispered words that all said the same thing.Ĭursed, was their whisper. I came out of the womb colored like starlight-skin blue and hair spun from sun-bleached bones. ![]()
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