Breaking bonds

Not known to many among the world of the unmarked, an entire society of magically gifted people existed - in secrey. In the dark ages, magic and sorcery were thought to be the works of the devils. ‘Witches’ were burned and punished. Most of those accused of magic however, were not truly the gifted, just scapegoats in a quest to make the people who are unmarked fearful of magic. After all, the truly gifted could not possibly be captured and killed by such easy ways. The backlash against magic however, caused the leaders of the gifted to come up with a decision - they were going underground. Those who were gifted with magic thus hid away from the world of the unmarked and cast their powers into secret. A new government formed among the gifted, driven by the need for self preservation - The Organisation. Strict rules were enforced and those who broke these rules were dealt with accordingly, some never to be seen again. Among these rules was the restriction of romance. The gifted was not to have any intimate or romantic contact with the unmarked, lest they give their secret away. Despite their powers, the numbers among the gifted was small, and all members were hence trained in specific areas that provide value to the organisation - politics, medicine, and warriorhood. This secrecy in way of life was of course, not the most ideal to those who were gifted. But influence and power could not be hasty, and The Organisation worked its ways into governmental organisations and people in power in their own manipulative ways, planting the seeds necessary for the rise in power on day in the future. Tiera thought she was just an average 16 year old girl. The only thing she thought off about herself was a tattoo that she had on her lower back. Why was this odd? Well, it has been on her for as long as she could remember.. Two long spiraling lines crossed the entire section of her lower back, jet black and imposing, with jagged edges that twirled and met exactly at the middle, where they seemed to converge and twist into a tight knot. Growing up, she thought that everyone had a tattoo. But in middle school, she realised that she really was the only one. As she moved on to highschool however, tattoos became more common among her peers. The difference however was that most people chose and did their tattoos as they became teenagers, while hers was with her since her childhood. She didn’t think too much of it though, and her mother explained that the tatttoo was there to cover up some scars that she attained during her childhood from being a playful rascal. Though it looked pretty ominous and not a design that she would have picked for herself, Tiera guessed it still looked better than a bunch of scars and it served as an interesting topic to talk about when asked about it. Tiera even nicknamed it as her set of “battlescars”. Besides the tattoo however, she was just like any other 16 year old girl . It was a Monday and God did she hate Mondays. Dragging herself out the door, Tiera squinted at the rising sun and sighed as she prepared herself for yet another 5 days of school. “How I wish she this school term would just end already...” she muttered under her breath and she made her way towards the pick up point for her school is. Little did she know that she should becareful of what she wishes for.