I had never seen any thing like it. It was a little bigger than a large marble. It looked to be made of glass but its deep blue color mad it impossible to see through. It was the same color as my eyes. I gazed at it in a trance. It had an ancient powerful feel to it. I hesitated before picking it up. Swallowing my fear, I went for it.

As soon as my skin touched its smooth surface a bright blue light bloomed around my entire body. It was blinding, and I quickly shut my eyes. As quick as it came the light vanished. The only thing I had left from the whole experience was light dancing across my eyes and a horrible burning sensation across my whole back. It was so bad it brought tears to my eyes. It was fading to my relief … slowly.

I ran to the mirror to see what had happened. Managing to slide my shirt up I peeked over my shoulder and screamed. Whether it was burned, scarred, or tattooed on my back I don’t know but it was there.

A trident ran all the way up my back. The staff part ran along my spine and the prongs stretch across to both my shoulder blades. From my lower back to the base of my neck it ran. Strange swirls of runes covered the staff that seemed to whisper to me. Whispering secrets of the past, promises of power, and truths of the world. There were so many voices I couldn’t make out any of them. I dropped my shirt and they stopped.

Slowly I turned to the large marble. What did it do to me? I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. Taking careful steps, I walked to it. Out of sheer curiosity I picked it up again. I mean what else could it do to me?

“How did this thing get it to my baby toy?” I thought out loud not thinking anything of it.

I felt a jolt, like the orb shocked me, ripple through my whole body. I got a memory, one I didn’t remember making. That was because it wasn’t one of mine.

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There was a woman, slender and tall. She had short boyish cut dirty blond hair and sea blue eyes. Through her white dress the same trident on my back was on hers. Her resemblance to me was shocking. I would have thought it was me, if she wasn’t about in her twenties.

She bit the thread off a little blue dragon she had been sewing. Tears started dripping from her as she got up. Her walk was graceful yet powerful as she went and knocked on a pink painted door. With out waiting for a response she walked in.

It was a baby’s room. The walls were painted a soft pink and a little white crib sat in the corner. A man sat on the other side in a wooden rocking chair cradling a small baby. A tiny hand griping around his finger as he smiled sadly down.

He was tall, that could be seen even though he was sitting. His hair was a golden blond and faint traces of a beard were showing from him not shaving. He wore a dark green flannel and blue jeans. He didn’t appear to be very old but there was definitely signs of stress permanently etched in to his features.

He didn’t even look up when the woman entered. She stared at him trying to stop her tears before she said anything.

“We don’t have to do this Jen. We don’t have to leave her.” He said quietly so he wouldn’t upset the baby.

“I don’t want to do this either! Do you think I want to abandon our daughter?” she snapped.

“I never said that. I know this is killing you just as much as me. I just wish you would rethink this. There’s no guaranty they won’t find her. You said it your self ‘they don’t stop until they get what they want’. I don’t want to wonder everyday if she’s ok.” he replied calmly.

“She has a chance this way. Don’t you see Chris, as long as she’s here they’ll know exactly were she’s at. Keeping her here will just endanger her. You do know what happened to Desmond’s son don’t you? I don’t want that to happen to her.”

“I know but….”

“No, no buts. She has to leave if she wants to live. Is everything set up?”

“Yes.” He got up and set the baby in a wicker basket, “She’ll be well protected and cared for. I’ve trusted my own life to this woman before. There’s no one else I would pick for this.”

“I hate myself for this,” she broke down, “but I’d hate myself even more if the Creed got hold of her. Those monsters would….”

The baby started crying along with her. This seemed to really upset the man as well.

“Oh no, no, no.” she shushed the baby, “its ok. Mommy is right here don’t cry.”

“No tears little one.” He rocked the basket, “your adventure starts now, and it’s not the end. You’ll see us again some day.”

Her head snapped up at attention. “Their here.” She hissed, “Go before they figure out I don’t have the orb anymore and she’s not here.” She leaned over the basket and kissed the infant’s forehead, “Bye, bye sweet little El. Light of my life.”

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I got another jolt snapping me out of the memory. I gasped trying to make sense of it all.

The woman said my name. I had never seen her before though. How did she know me? A sickening feeling grew in my gut. I knew but I didn’t, I couldn’t have remembered that far back. I couldn’t have remembered my parents not even if I tried. Then again it wasn’t my memory it was hers. I hit my head over and over trying to knock some sense in to me because at that point I had none.

The little orb started pulsing. It throbbed like a heartbeat. I didn’t think it should be doing that. Then again it shouldn’t have burned that thing on my back either. I was so confused. I needed to walk away, calm down, and then try to put all this together. It was just too much at one time.

I had to do something with the orb. Despite how much it scared me I couldn’t let it go. It felt like a part of me now. I put it in a little cloth pouch and tied the strings around my neck. I tucked that in to my shirt and went to the door. I chill ran up my back causing me to shiver. I threw on a hoodie hoping that would warm me up, which it didn’t. I opened the door and slowly walked as I thought.

Kenra, I needed to tell Kenra. She’d be able to sort all of this out. If she couldn’t then no one would be able to. Whether or not she’d believe me was a different other story. I couldn’t just run up and say, “Hey Kenra. I was messing around with a baby toy but then it ripped, and a little ball fell out. When I picked it up it tattooed this pretty little thing on my back then it showed me a memory of my mothers and I was wondering what it all meant.” She’d have me committed for sure. I still had to tell her. Its not like I could hide the trident forever.