Any looked panicked and took out a small mirror from her pocket. "Wha..." Her words caught in her throat as she looked at the runes. "N-No...No!" She shouted, scratching at her neck for a moment, hoping they would wipe off like paint or come off like a sticker. "Stop!" She suddenly said to him, her eyes full of fear and outrage. "T-Take it off!" She yelled, backing away. Her mind was racing, her thoughts moving so fast her throbbing head could hardly keep up with it. She had been magically branded! This was bad, very very bad. She had to get to the towns weaver and have him undo the spell before midnight, otherwise it would become permanent. She turned around and began to dash back the way she came. She had top get out, she had to find help!
