Lydianne sighed. She stared at her library books, the pile quickly becoming small as she read. Nothing...NOTHING could explain what had happened earlier that day.

What had happened?

Lydianne had brushed her brown hair until the red backtone sparkled in the sunlight.

She blew on her hands, hoping to keep these infernal mosquitoes away.

All of the sudden, her hands glowed with white energy. A spot on her shoulder had started to burn.

"Agh!" she yelled, hopping to her feet. She stripped her jacket off to see that a small birthmark had appeared. She twisted to get a better view. Weird , she thought to herself, There has never been a birthmark like this, that she's ever seen.

And yet nothing in these books could give an answer, she thought.

In the back of the last book that she read, there was a note.

This book dedicated to all of the other children of Hecate.

Stacee Marie, 1624

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