Juan Santiago
"I don't understand..." I said.
The woman smiled at me and shook her head. “You are being silly,” she said softly.
My cheeks flushed a deep crimson as I shifted my weight from foot to foot, eager yet hesitant. I looked around at the strange trinkets and artifacts that decorated the walls, curiosity bubbling within me. The woman noticed my confusion and smiled warmly, taking my right hand in hers. She slowly turned over my wrist, exposing the inside of my arm.
“I am talking about this,” she said as the light slowly radiated from the mark on my wrist. As I processed what had happened, warmth filled my chest and gradually spread throughout my body. A calmness settled over me, and I suddenly felt more powerful than ever before. My gaze fell to the mark on my wrist that sign
