Yep, here's Chapter Two for ya :3
The image still swam in Akadia's mind a few days later. It was badly burned, almost like she was scorched by a dragon. That couldn't have been any old sunburn.
It must have been her.
Misri told Akadia's grandfather the story while she hung her head in shame. It was a very unbelievable story, although Misri twisted the story just a bit.
Or, well, maybe more.
Akadia's grandfather, Syazair, rubbed his temples. This was not the kind of thing he wanted to deal with today. Especially not today.
"Look, girls, just apologize and get out of my sight, I have better things to do..." he mumbled and shooed them out. Akadia took one look at her grandfather before exiting. He was worrying about something, somethign important. Her curiousity got the better of her, and she waited until the other girls and no one else was around Syazair's tent. She went around back and pressed her ear against the side of the tent.
But, as they say, curiosity killed the Magi.
For her, it was a punishment. Her aunt made her stay in their tent for the rest of the day. Akadia flopped onto their hammock and stared at the tent "roof". Her mind drifted over the past few day's events. Apparently, she had disobeyed her tutor, actually talked to him, and punched the most undeserving brat in the village.
And got caught spying.
But the burn. Surely it was a horrible sunburn? A dragon encounter? Or... magic? Akadia pushed those ridiculous thoughts out of her head. If the Sun Goddess wanted her to be blessed with the gift of magic, she would have marked Akadia. She tentatively raised her hand to feel her forehead.
Only three people have ever been marked; according to her aunt, only the purest of heart are blessed.
Her mother, and the other two were people who lived here long before Akadia was born. Well, who was she to think she would be blessed?
Would punching someone and somehow burning them be called "pureness of heart"?
Akadia frowned and shifted in the hammock. Her thoughts unsettled her greatly; a nap would be helpful. Her mind was going to explode.
But what happened that day?
It was all wrong. All wrong. Nothing was right. Akadia got off the hammock and peeked outside. Her aunt was discussing something furiously with her grandfather, like she did occasionally. It looked like they were really battering each other. Soon enough, Syazair shooed his daughter off and Akadia quickly went back onto the hammock and pretended she was sleeping. Her aunt came back and sat on the stool next to her.
"Oh my... I'm so sorry, my dear. I'm sorry." Akadia heard her humming to herself while stroking her daughter's forehead. It was a comforting feeling, a feeling she hadn't had in a while.
A long while.
After a few more strokes, her aunt stopped and headed outside, a few muffled sniffles along the way. Something was placed on her stomach and she itched to pick it up and see what it is. Akadia cracked open one of her eyes slowly to see no one there. She lifted herself up to see a neated folded parchment sitting on her chest, like it was meant to be there.
What could possibly be written in it?
As Akadia took a closer look at it, in faded black letters, scrawled on it was, For my darling daughter when ready. Her aunt sometimes called Akadia her daughter, but... was this from her...
... own mother?
Denial swept over her like the storm clouds that rarely wander into the desert outskirts. Her mother had abandoned her, she didn't want Akadia anymore.
And Akadia didn't want her mother.
Okay, so that's Chapter Two. Comments/tips are nice >.>