Most people would say that a Graceling's eyes are the top most intriguing and beautiful of all. I know for a fact that these people are a bunch of LIARS. No one I know, spare my oldest brother, looks me in the eyes. They avoid my gaze and wince away from my touch. They fear me because I am Graced. People don't talk to me because Graces are something to be feared at times. But even I do not know my Grace yet, it has not made itself apparent.
Sometimes, I think that even those courageous enough to look into my eyes would flee because of their ugliness. My brother, Darren, once told me that my eye were once the color of a meadow sun, golden-hazel in a way. Then one morning, I woke up and it looked like I had lost my vision. My left eye had dimmed to a gold and my right eye looked dead. It had turned a dark, dark brown. Darren's eyes are brown, but they're like the color of syrup or a clear creek. My right eye is dark and solid. My Graceling gaze is now just an ugly curse.
Luckily, Darren is a good brother and friend to me. I'm not too lonely, but I wish this Grace would make itself apparent so I don't have to make people suffer any longer...
(Next POV will be with Temima!)
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