Ten

Aurora. I tested the name in my mind and was surprised at how much I liked it.

“What does it mean?” I asked.

“It means ‘dawn aura’ which translates in my language to ‘evening beauty’.”

I hid my smile in the pillow. “Thank you, I really like it.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, why were you given that name? Did your family know it means ‘slave’ in most languages?”

Before I could answer her, I felt her hand brush over where the slave mark was on my neck, and she froze. “What is that?”

I contemplated telling her, but something told me she already knew.

“It is the slave mark my family placed on me.”

She scoffed. “Is that what they told you it was? This is no slave mark, my dear. This is a mark of the Fae, an insignia meant to act as a seal. Have you always had this?”

I nodded. “For as long as I can remember.”

“This is something only a member of the Fae can lift, I’m afraid. They went into hiding hundreds of years ago when their species was attacked by Orcs. Much similar to Sirens, the blood