Get Past The Aura

On the night I was born, a shooting star flew over my village. I know that may not sound very special or strange, but this was no ordinary shooting star. This star was a violet color and lit up my village like the sun did on a cloudless day. My mother always said she knew that star was an omen. A good or bad one, she never said.
As I grew older, I realized my mother was right. My eyes mirrored that shooting star's strange, dark violet color. My parents never understood why, but I was positive it was because of the Sight I had. I never told my parents, for fear that they would use me for their own needs. I could see the true color of a person's soul, or aura, as the humans call it. (Oh, did I forget to mention that my village and I are elves? Why, yes, I believe I did.) When I see a widow in the market smiling at her children's game, I can see her true sadness in her grey aura.
Now, I must get onto the true story that I want to tell. Turn the page and enter my story. A story of love, passion, betrayal, and revenge.