Silvereye

A hand slid around my waist, locking my arms in place. I froze.
"Silence," I could feel the breath of my captor on my neck as he came up beside me.

In a land where what you are can mean your death, it is dangerous to be anywhere alone. Nowhere is safe. Keep your head down and don't stand out. Especially if your species is being actively hunted.

Aedre is of a rare folk, known as the Silvereye. Like all of her kind, she is hunted and tortured for her magic and weakness against Gold. Unlike others of her kind, she once escaped the clutches of their hunters. But now they have found her again. And have no intention of letting her go.
She expects pain, torture, death. But what happens when things start going differently than expected?

This is not a cliche story. I have tried hard not to make it one. It has no Vampires, Werewolves, Love triangles, Prophecies, Pregnancies, Mates or Undying Love. This is a fantasy story with real emotions and real reactions, written to the best of my ability. Please read and tell me what you think!
It was on hold due to writers block, and updates will be slow, however I am working in it!! Please message any questions or ideas:)

Thanks, Picses24.