Myxi

Myxi

In the heart of the marshes, within the confines of Dundrad Manor, Lady Rosara sat in the solitude of her opulent chambers. She held a golden locket, its delicate clasp enclosed the painted visage of a young girl, a reminder of what she had lost..

Dragonmarks, divine sigils, were a privilege only a few bloodlines possessed. The Virendales, despite their nobility, were not among these select lines. She had refused to accept this. She dared to manipulate the natural order, subjecting her own kin to an experiment many would deem inconceivable.

The night of the procedure still echoed in her mind — the deafening screams, the imprinting of the dragonmark, and the accusatory gaze in the girl’s eyes. The subject had shown unexpected resilience, shattering the manor’s silence with her escape. The locket felt cold in Rosara’s hand, its weight a constant reminder.

The experiment had been successful, the Dragonmark on the girl was living proof. But the escape was a setback. Despite numerous attempts, she found herself unable to replicate the Dragonmark. Each failed attempt fueled her obsession further and there has been almost no line she hasn’t crossed.

She looked out the window, her gaze sweeping the expanse of Epithon. Somewhere out there was the subject — alone, marked, her prize. A plan began to form in her mind. She would use her influence, call in her favors, and marshal her resources. She would find the subject, complete the experiment and finally achieve what she had strived for.

She looked at the locket with anger and closed the lid. she would find her. she would bring her back no matter what. After all, a mother’s love is relentless..