Seeing Green
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Last published Tue, Jul 5, 2016
Bound by the superstitious beliefs, the people of Vesten despised 'Green Eyes', infamously known to be 'Witch's eyes'.
As the name indicated, those cursed with these coloured eyes were alleged to be reincarnations of witches, servants of the Devil himself.
Treated lower than animals and slaves combined, the discriminated had long resigned to their fate. Hope had become nothing more than meaningless naivety.
This included a young girl who was abandoned by her delusory parents for being born with these said eyes with no name and love.
Deemed as fortunate to still be alive by the people of Vesten due to her age, the young girl was sold for child labour as repayment for their mercy. Nonetheless, the child could never escape the cruel discrimination and blind hatred of her world.
Everything was believed to be so, that is, until a peculiar woman decided to make an unexpected and unforgettable visit...
Inspired by Harry Potter.
References to Arthurian Legends & Various Mythology.
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