the fate of a marked fae?

A mark….

A gift?

A curse?

A symbol of control?

A symbol of fate?

All in all what is a Fae?

Is it the ability to guide, to protect?

Is it a path to follow?

Is it a burden?

Is it the grace of the gods?

What is this energy that flows upon, through and under my skin?

A tingle a chill forever your mark.

That is of energy and something more.

What else is this?

I can’t place it…

A pressure is behind my eyes always now, and at times a pulse is released and even the sky’s ripple with the rich blue.

My mark… drawls things……. Dark and light…

I worry what will this cause…

I lay salts around my grounds to protect those I love.

I walk the dark and hollow grounds.

I let the souls of the good and wicked trespass through me to only expel them from me weaker then they would care for.

Something has consumed me…

I believe it to be fear.

But of what?

The fallen?

Our fate?

My fate?

I knew my fates but then gained my powers.

I learned of the fae.

Its surely the beginning of a new day.

But where does that leave me lay?

Reviews

[devon]

This was very interesting, and though at times I had to reread parts in order to better understand, it was written very well.

:)