Sara hated Soulmate gossip, mainly because it was usually about her lack of one. Soul marks appeared on your body when both sides were alive and turn to brands when one dies, that was how it has always worked. Before the relays some never met theirs, now there were fewer who never meet theirs. Sara though was different, nearly twenty-four and no mark on her skin anywhere. Few spoke of it but she felt theirs pity filled eyes like daggers in her back, that is why she took to avoiding the topic and covering as much of her skin as she could get away with.
Even her brother had one, granted Scot seemed to be always getting in trouble with smugglers, so maybe she should be thankful. Another thing the marks did was help find your mate, mainly by giving you uselessly vague dreams about your mate (Hey no one said the marks did their jobs well), which somehow led her brother to spending far too much time hanging with smugglers. Scot was tight lipped about the dreams, only that she was turian and had a little sister that she would die to protect, did not explain the smuggler obsession but Sara was not judging.
When her father (Who had not spoken to her since she threw a coffee pot at his head during a fight, after mom died) called about the andromeda initiative, she jumped at to get a new start where she might be able to lie about her mark. Maybe she could pretend it turned to a brand while she was asleep and that is why she does not like showing it.
She climbed into her cryo pod, prepared to leave behind her past, but nothing could prepare her for what would happen when she woke up…
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Jaal Ama Darav at fifteen lay in his room, the stars of his holo projector floating around him. It had happened again, the dream, it was cold so very cold, he felt like he was floating and darkness was all he knew. While his brothers and sisters loved talking about their soul dreams and Jaal loved listening, he disliked talking about his for nothing changed and it scared him.
"Jaal?" His true mother called, entering the room slowly.
"I had it again, it never changes!" Jaal growled, slamming his fist on the hard ground.
"My son, I am sorry, I wish I could help but no one I have talked to knows anything about this, only that there are others who are going through the same thing." His mother sat by his head stroking it soothingly.
"Why do I feel nothing but cold, see only darkness, and feel nothing? What is happening to them that is causing this?" Jaal asked, some days he wished that he did not have one as then they would not be suffering this fate.
"I do not know my son, I wish I did, but I know that you will find them and you will bring them warmth and light." His mother left, already running late for her meeting, Jaal lay there thinking.
"Yes, I will." He vowed aloud, before raising to his feet to find his sniper trained aunt, he needed to be strong if he was to help them.
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