Nanowrimo 2013

I'moen lives in a world full of elves, dwarves, fae, and the like. She's always been a little, well, different. She's an elf, but the only characteristics she shares with them is her blue eye, which helps her focus and succeed as the archer and knive-thrower that she is, her green eye seems rather pointless, and her pointed, hearing-heightened ears. Everything else about her is different, she seems to have something in common with every other race, and though she has always just thought it as a perk to her personality, everyone around her can see that it's more than that. She really is different, in a way beyond her imagination.
She's been having this strange dream over and over again, she sees her mother die before her eyes, but can never catch a clear view of the killer before she herself is killed and forced to wake up. Her caretaker Galen tells her that her mother died in an accident. But what happens when she discovers that Galen's story was a fake? And can she handle the war that sparks, purely because of her existence?