17, Spring, 519
The sea was calm today, gentle waves lapping at the sandy shores of Syka. Overhead Syna had not long started her ascent into the skies and the morning light was golden, reflecting off the water and sand alike. At the shoreline, a young woman was sat just close enough to the water to allow it to cool her toes.
Sophia had her knees pulled up, chin resting atop them as she stared out at the expanse of blue before her. Her eyes drifted in and out of focus as her thoughts jumped from present to past.
I don’t see a mark.
She shut her eyes.
She’s not been chosen.
The Svefra sighed, blinking at the sea with sadness written over her features. More and more often she had been waking with the feeling that something was wrong. No, not something. Someone. Herself. She had felt it for a long time but instead of dealing with the feeling she had buried it in the hopes that it would go away. Of course it didn’t, these things never do. And so it had worked its way back up to the surface, demanding her to pay attention to it.
The waves seemed to tease her, creeping further over her feet and she frowned at them, a deep line creasing her brow. Sophia kicked out at the water in childish frustration. The sea was where her problem had started after all. She closed her eyes again.
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“I don’t see a mark.” The speaker was a young woman, her forehead shining with sweat and dark, damp hair sticking to her face and shoulders. She was looking down at a tiny baby held in her arms, the little girl she had just given birth to. A man sat next to her, and he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“It might still come.”
The woman roughly shook her head. “I wanted her to be a proper Svefra, like I can never be.”
The baby started to cry, scrunching her shining blue eyes shut, almost as if she understood what her parents were saying. Almost as if she already felt the absence of the mark, an absence that would follow her throughout her life.
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Sophia had her knees pulled up, chin resting atop them as she stared out at the expanse of blue before her. Her eyes drifted in and out of focus as her thoughts jumped from present to past.
I don’t see a mark.
She shut her eyes.
She’s not been chosen.
The Svefra sighed, blinking at the sea with sadness written over her features. More and more often she had been waking with the feeling that something was wrong. No, not something. Someone. Herself. She had felt it for a long time but instead of dealing with the feeling she had buried it in the hopes that it would go away. Of course it didn’t, these things never do. And so it had worked its way back up to the surface, demanding her to pay attention to it.
The waves seemed to tease her, creeping further over her feet and she frowned at them, a deep line creasing her brow. Sophia kicked out at the water in childish frustration. The sea was where her problem had started after all. She closed her eyes again.
✧
“I don’t see a mark.” The speaker was a young woman, her forehead shining with sweat and dark, damp hair sticking to her face and shoulders. She was looking down at a tiny baby held in her arms, the little girl she had just given birth to. A man sat next to her, and he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“It might still come.”
The woman roughly shook her head. “I wanted her to be a proper Svefra, like I can never be.”
The baby started to cry, scrunching her shining blue eyes shut, almost as if she understood what her parents were saying. Almost as if she already felt the absence of the mark, an absence that would follow her throughout her life.
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