Broken Orange Eyes.

My name is Sapphira Aleto. I have magic coursing through my veins, in my blood. My father was elven, and my mother a witch. I have a half sister on my father's side. My mother and father were killed by mortals, and I was sent off to a boarding school. When I was eight, I discovered the magic, and I started proper training a year later. I joined a Witch's group, called the seventh circle. About the time I had reached level 8 magic, we were discovered. I was one of the few survivors, and I formed a sisterhood, to ensure that no witches would be left out in the cold. Walking in on a meeting of the Sisters, you'd see a young woman at the head of the table in a purple cloak. She has long honey colored hair, twisted into a braid over her left shoulder. Overall, she is very intimidating, but the most intimidating thing about her is her eyes. The cold, orange eyes of a girl who was forced to grow up very quickly. She is the girl with the orange eyes.

I am that girl.

I am the girl with the orange eyes.