kael

You woke up in the forest again. But this time you weren't alone. The air vibrated, and everything around you floated as if the world did not fully obey gravity. Leaves, stones, lights… even the water from a nearby stream was moving in the air. You got up with difficulty, feeling a strange heat in your ribs. The brand was still there. Burning. As if I were "calling" you. You walked aimlessly until you reached a village of witches. Everyone stopped when they saw you. Absolute silence. Shiny chains on their wrists with green, blue, black… and red markings. But nobody spoke. Until someone saw it. A red-branded sorcerer. He stared at you... and then his expression changed. "No..." she whispered. The others started looking too. And then they saw it. The fabric of your clothing shifted a little… and your mark became partially visible. First there was confusion. Then fear. And then… absolute silence. Because the mark you had on your ribs wasn't any known color. It was white. The legendary one. The impossible one. The red-marked warlock took a step towards you without realizing it. His chains began to shine brightly. Infatuation. Irreversible. But this time it wasn't just him. All the sorcerers recoiled, trembling, when they understood what you were. Because a generic brand wasn't just about power. It was something that could break the world… or save it. And you, without understanding anything, just saw how that boy with the red mark looked at you as if he had just accepted his fate. Unable to stay away from you.