"Breath, Arrelia. Just breathe," Maria rubbed my shoulder slowly, while I inhaled and exhaled in big swallows. "What happened?" she asked, helping me to sit up albeit unsteadily.
She had taken me back to the servant quarters, and now that we had moved away from the festival hall, the burning sensation had finally subsided.
"This," I tugged at my dress slowly to show her my birthmark. “It started burning, for some reason.”
"Wow," Maria whispered, looking closely at the mark in awe. "I've never seen a birthmark like this.” She traced it slowly, and I knew she must be wondering how it came to be. My birthmark was shaped like the moon, with melody symbols and light. I refer to it as light because it doesn't look like the sun; it was as if it shows the light symbol, which was the same thin
