From the time I was born to my twelfth birthday I remember my mother telling me that I control my own fate, that I make my own destiny. I never truly understood her until now. Now, after all this time of being without her, I finally understand what she meant. She was trying to figure out the best way to tell me about what I am.
I am one of the Marked, I am also a Carrier of the Mark and of royal descent. Let me explain from the beginning. At the beginning of mankind's era there was a goddess, she was a type of outcast from other gods. But she was also very powerful, she controlled all four elements: fire, earth, water and air, but she loved humans. She adored their lives and their mortality, and she wished to become one.
She tried a ritual, it almost worked. But instead of becoming a human as she had intended, her soul split and went into different humans. Some are born with evolutions of her powers, the lucky and cursed ones are born with her true powers.
But there has never been a Marked that has possessed more than two of her true powers. My mother was a descendant from a royal bloodline that had begun with one of those first Marked. She had the gift of earth, and she had the curse along with it. The curse we are all born with, but the ones with her true powers, especially the ones born with more than one true power, have the curse magnified almost three times as much as the others.
They are the ones that suffer the most. It is told that when the four with the true powers meet, their powers will intensify and only the true descendant of the goddess will be revealed, they call that true descendant the Khati, whomever is the true Khati is the reincarnation of the goddess.
That person alone will control all four elements along with the goddess's other gifts. I never wanted to become the Khati, I never wanted this, but I know I will have to fight thrice as hard now that the Order knows of me. The Order was made to protect the Marked, but they went rogue, seeing the power as a way to create the perfect race, the perfect world.
They began killing Marked children and gaining their powers. The Order thought that the true Khati would never reveal itself, but I did the day my mother was murdered. I was twelve years old, we were coming home from the movies and I remember laughing and giggling as she tickled me, she froze as we passed through the parking lot.
Three men came into my view, one had a scar on his left jawbone, he was the Leader of the Order. He is the one I will slaughter one day. He told my mother that she knew why they were here, he said she knew what they wanted and then he looked at me. He said I would make a fine addition, that I would make a wonderful trophy, the earth shook after that.
The two others yanked me away from my mother, I screamed for her. I wanted to do something, anything, I knew something terrible was about to happen. Her eyes cut to me and that look cost her her life. The leader slammed a knife into her heart, she cried out for me as she fell to her knees.
But she didn't die, instead she flicked her wrist and the two men holding me fell into separate holes that closed on them, the leader didn't even glance in their direction. He punched my mother in the face and turned to me. But the wind slammed into him, little did he know my mother controlled two elements.
The wind carried him far away, she turned to me then and collapsed. I remember running over to her, I remember her telling me to never stop fighting, to never give up on anything. Then she told me something she had never told me, she told me to never give up on love, to always, always fight for it.
Then she told me she loved me and would always be with me, she told me to keep training. Then she died in my arms. My powers came to me roughly and my Mark etched itself into my back on my left shoulder blade. It's in the shape of basically three ovals intertwining in the middle with thorns around it. It burns whenever danger is near or my emotions run rampant.
That night not only did my look on life change but my looks along with it. My mother told me the powers would change me but she never told me how drastically. My hair used to be dark blonde and I had green eyes and tan skin and a beautiful very slim figure. Then that all changed. My hair became thick and long and so black it has tints of blue in it. My eyes turned to ice-blue with splotches of silver and red.
My skin turned fair and completely flawless. My figure changed as well. I now have a c-cup chest and a perfectly slim stomach and perfect legs and hips. The last was told to me by my father, except for the chest part. He knows of the Marked and was apart of the Order until he met my mother and left the Order.
And ever since then he's been training me. I work best with fire and water but I am learning to use wind and earth. And I can also shield myself and my mind and I can sense things about people, I can also sometimes see the future and the past, and I can heal as well. And I can read and pretty much speak any language.
Even the Dead Language. But instead of just always using my powers I train in fighting as well. My father was a trainer for the Order and he says I am three times as powerful as most trainees. And I can pretty much use any weapon. But the nightmares haunt me every night.
My father has gotten used to the screaming though I still try to silence them. But moving from town to town so the Order doesn't catch us isn't fun, I've pretty much never had friends, but now being in Ireland I feel completely at home. Maybe because that's where the Marked originated and that's where my mother is truly from.
I jerked awake with my hand was over my mouth to silence the screams.
Sweat covered my chest, neck, forehead and back. My hair was matted to my forehead and my neck and it was so hot even though the window and it was about fifty degrees outside. I slipped my bare legs from underneath my warm quilt and lowered my bare feet to the cold hardwood floor below. I sat on the edge of my bed a moment and then jumped when the familiar blaring of my alarm clock sounded through my revere.
I slammed my right hand down on it and sighed when it became completely silent. I stood and stretched languidly, my short low cut black nightgown stuck to my body. The silky material was soaked. I pulled it off as I walked into my bathroom.
I pulled off my panties and tossed them and the nightgown into the dirty clothes hamper. I took a long cold shower and then got out and dried off completely. I pulled on a matching set of white bra and panties. I pulled on a pair of black pants that clung to my legs but let me move easily. I pulled on a low cut black tank top that clung to my slim figure.
I pulled on a long sleeve red low cut shirt that clung to my slim figure. And then I pulled on my thin black coat.
I pulled on my boots and zipped them up, they gave me two inches to my five five height. I dried my hair and then pulled it back into a messy bun letting some curled tendrils fall forward to frame my face. I stared at myself in the mirror. I never looked beautiful, or cute, the best you could describe me as is pretty. I sighed deeply and walked downstairs.
Dad looked me over and smiled, "You know there's a uniform right?" he asked.
"What!?" I exclaimed and checked the time, I had ten minutes before I needed to start my walk.
I screamed annoyance and ran upstairs and quickly changed into the mid-thigh green skirt and white mid-thigh pantyhose and the long sleeve button up deep green shirt, it clung to my slim figure.
I unbuttoned the top three buttons because it was more comfortable. I pulled on the black inch high heel shoes and yanked my hair back into a messy clip letting some curly tendrils fall on either side of my face, I actually looked okay in my uniform.
I shook my head as I ran downstairs and grabbed my bottle of water and ran outside into the cold air, I had forgotten my coat. I was freezing but I kind of liked it. I walked the short walk to the school. I met a pretty blonde girl at the front gates.
She jumped up and down when she saw me and said, "You must be Rosemarie! I'm Bree, I'm supposed to escort you to your first class! Maths! Which we have together!" she exclaimed wrapping her arm in mine like we had known each other since childhood. She pulled me to maths, the word sounded odd but then again I would have to get used to it.
In maths we sat near each other and I learned that I had already learned what Mr. Higgins was teaching last year so I tuned him out and chatted with Bree the whole class.
We became fast friends. As we sat together she looked over my shoulder for the hundredth time and scowled and said, "What in the hell have you done to Daniel Corvin?"
"Who?" I asked and she nodded over my shoulder. I turned. There standing leaning against a lamp post looking sexy as hell.
He triggered something in my memory but I couldn't place it. But he was by far the sexiest man I had ever seen. He had jet black hair that was stylishly untidy. He had silver eyes with splotches of sapphire and yellow. He had broad shoulders but wasn't grotesquely huge.
He had washboard like abs and muscular back and arms. He had a slight stubble that made him look even more dangerous and alluring. His power emanated off of him like a cologne. I felt oddly drawn to him. As I looked him over I immediately knew he was a Marked. I whipped around and said, "Nothing, I have never met him before." "Well he's giving me the creeps staring over here like that, god he's scaring me," she shivered. I could feel him staring and I could feel my irritation and own anger building.
"I'll be right back," I said standing. "Rose don't," she said. "Don't worry, I'll be right back," I said walking over to the man. "Do you have a problem with me?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest and glaring up at him. He chuckled at my appearance. "Do you?" I asked again. Another guy walked up then, he was blonde and sexy as well but not quite as muscular. I sensed he was Marked as well, my mark began pulsating. "Well Daniel, what have you found here?" the blonde asked. I struggled to hide my power from them. If they began sensing me then my life here would be ruined, I wondered if they knew each other was Marked.
I sensed Daniel controlled fire and wind, while the blonde controlled earth only. I arched one eyebrow and willed him to answer me, I didn't like influencing people a lot but I wasn't afraid to. His eyes glazed over and he answered slowly, "No I don't have a problem with you." The blonde looked from me to Daniel. "Dane?" he asked. I released my hold on him and turned on my heel. "Hey! Hold on!" Daniel shouted after me but I kept walking. About two weeks later Daniel and the blonde boy hadn't shown up to school since my first day. I was walking home when my Mark began burning.
