As I stormed into my parents' house, I angrily sat down and let out a frustrated sigh. Dad sat next to me whilst Mum stood making breakfast. “What’s the matter dear?” Mum asked softly, sitting down on the chair in front of me. I could see dad inhale and she looked at him quizzically. Dad looked from her back to me and lightly grabbed my arm, turning it to see the marks inside. Mum gasped “what’s that?!”. Dad stroked my arm gently. “ It’s alright Kiera. They're a good thing”. He then went on to explain the old magic and what the marks meant before he turned back to me, “I assume one of them is Judah but who are the others?”. I frowned “why would one of them be Judah?”. He looked surprised back at me “he must not know then”. I motioned for him to continue, “Yes, Judah has already marked you,
