Kingdom of Ash

It was the sunrise contained in a seed.
“When it is done, seal the gate and think of
home. The marks will guide you.”
Aelin blinked, the only sign of confusion
she could convey as that power filled and
filled and filled her, melding into the broken
spots, the empty places.
Mala held out her hand again, and an image
formed within it. Of the tattoo across Aelin’s
back.
The new tattoo, of spread wings, the story
of her and Rowan written in the Old Language
amongst the feathers.
A flick of Mala’s fingers and symbols rose
from it. Hidden within the words, the feathers.
Wyrdmarks.
Rowan had hidden Wyrdmarks in her
tattoo.
Had inked Wyrdmarks all over it.
“A map home,” Mala said, the image