Hiraeth
A homesickness for a home you cannot return, the yearning and grief for a lost place in your past.
"What's the mark of The Gifted?" I asked. Romeo shuffled awkwardly besides me, giving his father a pointed look.
"Dad those are just tattoos, anyone can get them," I glanced down at my forearms where I had a matching marking on each.
"No, it's clearly a mark from the Goddess herself," Diego snapped back.
"A witch I met in the forest did them for me," Romeo raised a brow at his dad, as if saying he was right but Diego scoffed, turning back to me.
"A witch? And who was this witch?" He asked.
"Her name is Diana and that's all I know," I shrugged. Despite her and I growing close in the last two years I had known her, she was a private woman and didn't reveal anything about herself. "I'm not even sure she's a witch, I just assumed," I frowned, only now realising how a lot of things about her didn't add up.