Cate had lived with the birthmark all her life, and hated it just as long. Today she was finally going to be rid of it. The healer promised her it would be a quick and painless ritual.
Seated around the fire, they both wore hoods and paint on their faces. The healer began to hum and chant. Cate waited anxiously with her eyes closed, as she had been instructed.
After a few moments, the healer touched her brow, her cue to open her eyes. When she did, he shouted.
"Ai! What is this?" He backed away in horror. "Your mark... It is no childhood disfigurement... You were destined to have it."
Cate stood and followed him as he continued to hurry away. "Yes, yes! I told you all this when I first came. Why such shock now?"
The healer stared at her, huddled against the back of the tent. "I cannot remove it. That mark signals your destiny. You are the Chosen One. If I change you, even a hair, I will die."
Cate gasped. As she braced herself against the table, the healer fled, leaving her in the tent with the fire and the strange news.
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