Being different was never a good thing for Isildilia Different got you noticed. Different got you isolated. And different got you into trouble. Growing up in the isolated city of Aliera with eyes that changed colours...
"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my...