Faithful Vistions

"Wake up Astoria, you need to save them!"

I had been getting these flashes of a man yelling at me in everyone of my dreams lately. They all say the same thing. But who am I supposed to save when I can't even keep a stable job or a roof over my head?

I sit up from the makeshift but I made for myself between two buildings. A bar, which sounded open by the lock bard playing the only song people seemed to ask for here, and the Inn. As I climbed out of the tent, I fixed my ratty clothes and tied my red hair in a lose bun as I looked in a nearby puddle. My face was definitely more red from how I slept and that wasn't going to get me a job. I sighed as I looked around to make sure I wasn't seen and drew upon my power.

As I did I could feel myself changing. My face was returning to the one I have set for myself so long ago. The moment I awakened the mark I could change my appearance seemingly at will to however I want. It's allowed me to be my true self, but unfortunately The Church doesn't like that, so I've had to move from village to village, wandering aimlessly just trying to get a job or a quest to eat. But to be honest, being marked was one of the best things to happen to me in my entire life. I wouldn't trade it for the world. Now I need a job.