At the eye of the storm

At the eye of the storm

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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.
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Synopsis: Aeris had never known love. As an orphan, she had spent her life yearning for warmth, for a place to call home. When she finally found someone who made her feel wanted, she clung to the illusion, believing that maybe-just maybe-she was no longer alone. But that illusion shattered the day she saw her lover in the arms of another woman. "You're pathetic," he sneered when she confronted him. And with one cruel shove, he sent her crashing against the wall. Pain struck her like a bolt of lightning, and then-darkness. She thought it was the end. Instead, she woke up in the body of a breathtaking maiden with long, silk-like black hair. Her limbs were bound, her vision blurred, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, she heard the chants of a ritual. She was being sacrificed-as a bride to a dragon. The people around her whispered prayers, their eyes filled with fear. They were offering her to him-the mighty, fearsome dragon lord who ruled these lands with fire and fury. She wasn't just anyone now. She was the chosen offering-the bride meant for the Dragon King. A being of pure darkness, a ruler feared across the world. They said he was a monster, a black-scaled dragon with a presence so overwhelming that the very air trembled in his wake. He controlled the elements and wielded power beyond imagination. He was ruthless, merciless, and unseen in his human form. No one had ever escaped his grasp. And now, she belonged to him. As the sky darkened and the great dragon descended from the heavens, his massive wings casting shadows over the trembling villagers, she finally saw him. Glowing red eyes, burning like molten fire, locked onto hers-not with rage, not with hunger, but with something unexpected. Curiosity. Possession. Fate had given her another chance. But was it a blessing or a curse? ---

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