by G. Bailey
The people worship them and do anything they ask, because they give them food. They keep them safe and make sure that no pirates get into their town.
If only they knew about me, his secret, they wouldn’t love him like they do. My reflection shines back at me from the window. My brown hair is in waves around my face, with little feathers braided in and tiny plaits I've added when I've gotten bored. My hazel eyes match my hair, in my opinion making me look normal. The only thing that isn't normal is the upside-down, black triangle on my forehead.
My mark; the very thing that makes me hide. The very thing I wish I could get rid of, so I could have a normal life. A life where I could walk out of the house.
"Cassandra, come here," my father shouts up the stairs.
After one more glance at my reflection, I leave my room.
