Levy
She could barely remember it. She'd been so young at the time, and it hadn't really seemed like a big deal.
But it was the first memory she had of being in Fairy Tail, and so she clung to it even when she'd forgotten all the other events around it. When she'd forgotten exactly when Jet and Droy had attached themselves to her. When she'd forgotten the first time she'd met the Master's tall, handsome grandson. When she'd forgotten exactly what she'd done to earn her first scolding from the Master. When she'd forgotten what her first job had been. When she'd forgotten what it was like to wander alone with no home and no family to call your own.
She wanted it white, like the pages of the books she read with a voracious appetite, but blank pages said nothing and she certainly was not nothing. So she had asked, and the Master had agreed, that her mark could be two colours; one for the blank slate of a new beginning, one for the story to be written on her memories.
What better colour to choose, then, than orange, brilliant and warm and full of life and exotic flavours? That was what her life was going to be like, she decided, as the brand pressed against her shoulder blade, marking her back like the synopsis of a book, and defining her forever.
