POV: Mina
I rolled up my sleeves and stared at my arms in the dim light of the abandoned arena.
The scars had always been there. Thin white lines crisscrossing my forearms, some barely visible, others more pronounced. I'd assumed they were from my childhood—injuries from beatings, accidents, the general brutality of growing up invisible and unwanted.
But now, with my Oracle power awakening and my sight sharpening, I saw the truth.
They weren't scars. They were runes.
Hundreds of them, delicate and precise, woven into my skin like lace. When I focused my power, they began to glow faintly silver, revealing patterns and symbols that formed a complete magical language.
Instructions. Training sequences. Combat spells designed specifically for a non-shifted Oracle.
My mother had done thi
