Pinkytinkloo

Once, they reigned supreme over the Lunaris Kingdom: Nyara Goddess of Night,  Kail God of Night, and their daughter, Iyla, the Child of Night. But two centuries ago, the cruel hand of humanity struck them down, shattering their celestial reign. Betrayal led to their demise, their divine essence scattered across Earth. Now, reborn and unaware, they live mortal lives, their memories lost to the ages.

Nyara, a 24-year-old woman on Earth, bears a striking birthmark that mimics the night sky across her back and arms. This causes her to feel alienated from her family and the world, she always covers it up. A nagging sense of incompleteness haunts her, a void where a past life should be.

Kail, now 25, carries a strange birthmark from his chest down his arm, a faint echo of his godly past. He walks a lonely path, disconnected from those around him, feeling a profound sense of loss, as if something vital has been stolen from him.

In a secluded forest, a 5-year-old girl named Iyla was discovered as a baby in forest, abandoned and marked with radiant patterns from her shoulders to her arms. She resides in an orphanage, forever overlooked for adoption due to her unusual markings.

Veil Of Night

It's so wonely in the orphange. Nobody wants me. The other kids are mean. They call me names and make fun of my star marks. They say I'm a freak 'cause I gots stars all over my shoulder to my elbow . Miss Clara, she's the head of the orphange, she found me in the forwest when I was just a baby. She says someone weft me there, all alone.

I cry a lot 'cause everyone says nobody wants a freak wike me. I don't understand why they're so mean. I play outside by myself 'cause nobody wants to pway with a kid wike me. I wike to make my hair all cuwwy, wike a big, bwown afro. It makes me feel a wittle bit better. I also like to make up stories

I'm scawed to sweep alone at night. Sometimes, I have bad dweams 'bout being all alone in the forwest. I wike to wook at the stars. They're so pwetty and shiny. I wish I couwd touch them. I feel like they know me.

Ella and her fwiends are always mean to me. They wock me in the cwoset and turn off the wights. It's so scawy in there. They say my mommy weft me in the woods 'cause she didn't want a freak wike me.

"It's not twee!" I say, sobbing. "My mommy woves me! Just watch, one day, she'll come and get me fwom here!" But that day never comes. Nobody ever wants to adopt me. Miss Clara says I'm a sweet girl, but nobody wants a kid wike me with weird marks.

But Miss Clara said we're going on a field trip to the city anual celebwaytion in a couple of days! I'm so excited! We all get new cwothes for it. Miss Clara gave me ovewawls and a pink shirt that stops at my elbows so the stars won't show. I wike my new cwothes. Maybe, just maybe, my mommy will see me there, and she'll take me home. I wuv my mommy so much even though I don't wemmber her face.

But I know I gots a mommy 'cause every time I cwose my eyes, I can feel her hugs in my dweams. Her arms are always so warm and cozy, and she smells wike stawberries and the night sky. I may not wemmber her, but I know she woves me, and I know one day she'll come back for me. I just know it. She will wemmber me. I can feel it. She has to.

I feel my mommy is sad sometimes even though i never meet her.I cry to my mommy ever night hoping she can hear me and come and get me out of this place. I wish she could hold me and tell me every thing is going to be ok and she will be here forever and she will never way me go just wike my friend Ella said. I just want to see her beautiful face and hug her tight. I can make some bracelets for her and we can all play together. I wish one of the adoption peepols were my mother, but they always pass me when the see my marks on me.

Chapter 11:Little Light, Big World