At the eye of the storm

In a world where people are not separated by the colour of their skin or the origin of their birth, not even by the religion that they follow, but by the colour of their eyes.
Those with eyes the colour green, lush and luxuriant like the mighty forests that once grew over all the land, are considered the luckiest and most noble of people; next those with grey eyes like that of a raging storm are said to be the most practical and reliable. Those with blue eyes like that of rain, are calm, peaceful and traditional. The colour hazel like that of an ancient tree are sharp and determined; last comes brown, an earthy colour like that of chocolate and a long rusted coin, people with this eye colour are associated with stability, confidence, reliability, and safety. All in their own little worlds hidden from the rest; but do not let it deceive you into thinking that they do not know the others exist.

In the middle of all these separate kingdoms a small tribe was left alone, and forgotten as they had no such colour to define them

For their eyes were white.