A/N: Thanks to Handsoff for the name. J
"It's called The Farcia Chan Celi. The Mark of God."
Joan gasped and scrambled in to a sitting position. "Farcia Cha- what? What are you doing here?"
Goth God was sitting on the foot of her bed, watching her.
"What is it? Why give it to me?"
Goth God continued watching her, saying nothing, just watching her with his haunted gaze. "The Farcia Chan Celi, its Welsh. And because Joan, you deserved it."
"Is that good or bad? Did I do something wrong?"
God grinned. "No Joan, you didn't do anything wrong." He moved to where she was sitting. "The mark was given because you're special and I want you to know that."
"How, how am I special?"
"You just are, don't fight it Joan." God whispered, brushing his thumb over the mark "Just let it become a part of you."
Joan's eyes snapped open, she had fallen asleep. Joan looked around her room, nope, no God there. She got out of bed, she could hear her family around the house, they had come back while she was asleep, and went to her mirror. She looked at the mark in her reflection, her stomach fluttering. She wasn't really sure what to make of it, it left her feeling somewhere between alright and scared. She sighed and reached for the make- up, putting on a light layer, enough to disguise the mark. She went down stairs into the living room and sat on the sofa.
"Enjoy your nap?" her mom asked. At Joan's surprised look, she said she had looked in on her.
"Yeah, kinda." Joan replied.
"Everything okay?"
Joan shrugged. "Just had a strange dream is all. Hey, do we still have that book of Welsh and English legends?"
Helen nodded. "Top shelf over there." She said, pointing to the bookcase. "At least I think that's where it is."
"'Kay, thanks."
Joan looked for the book and found it on the shelf her mom said it would be on and settled back on the sofa. She flipped through, looking at the various tales when she found what she thought she was looking for.
The Farcia Chan Celi is known as The Mark of God. It is given either by God or one of the higher angels. The mark was reported to be pale in color and could show up anywhere on the body. The shape could also vary but the color was always the same.
Joan's eyes swept over the page, apparently the mark was given to someone if they were worthy of it or if God wanted to protect them. She rubbed where the mark was gently and continued her reading.