C11 11 - The Mark

Long after the silver symbol on her wrist stopped glowing, Araceli kept staring at it. The mark was there. Clear. Beautiful. Unexplainable. A crescent moon of strange runes against her flesh and the fine markings seemed almost alive as they curled around her wrist. No matter how many times she blinked it away, it wouldn't go away. She scrubbed and scrubbed but the mark stayed right where it was