A/N: Hello everyone. My name is Kelly, I am 17 years old and I am from the United States. I am an aspiring author and it is my dream to one day get this very story you see before you published. It has been my life's goal ever since I began working on it five years ago. Yes, FIVE YEARS! Obviously, this story is very important to me!

Now, I'd like to start by saying this is not the first copy of "Violet Eyes". As all good authors know, rough drafts are important. I decided to finish the story before going back to edit it. If you are interested in reading the original, it is under my profile. This version here is the edited version, and when I say edited I mean including new descriptions and information, new scenes and maybe new dialogue, although its plot does not really deviate from the original. I would greatly appreciate any reviews on this story as well as my old one. Any comments or suggestions I take as constructive criticism that I will use to make this story the best it can be!

To my old reviewers (you know who you are, and you guys are AWESOME!) I say, hey! Enjoy this story all over again with a bunch of little tweaks! To my new reviewers (if there are any), welcome aboard! This saga is my passion, and I try to work on it when I can. My only word of advice is to be patient with me. My life does get in the way sometimes, as my old reviewers can tell you, I'm sure!

So, without further ado, here's "Violet Eyes: Rewrite"

Prologue

Steel glinted in the moonlight, held in the trembling hand of a fifteen year old girl who had experienced far too much in her short lifetime.

She stood; a solitary obelisk in the waning light. The base was her rough tan feet, a pedestal in the sand. Her face, as smooth as marble, was the peak, hallowed in a crown of long black hair. Her slender figure rose in curves and corners from folds in her austere servants' attire. Violet eyes framed in narrow slits of skin stared out across the endless ocean without seeing. Waves gently lapped at her ankles, but she was oblivious to them. Her entire being was focused exclusively on the task that would finally take her home.

Home. It had been years since she had used that word, years since she had washed up on this very shore, wracked by fatigue and debilitating grief. She had been so young then, so naïve about the cruelty of the world. Her family had sheltered her well up until that devastating moment when the tendrils of her former life had been permanently severed. In all her childhood innocence, she had not known the animosity the white skinned Caucasians felt against her people, the dark-skinned Numenarkans of the island Kcharma. She could not have imagined the suffering she would endure at their hands once she became an outcast in their society.

She never dreamed that she would resort to such a desperate measure to return to her rightful place.

As her glazed eyes scanned the horizon, she could almost envision her homeland welcoming her. Lights shimmered in the distance, and for a brief moment, her heart caught in her throat. Was someone there to save her? Another blink revealed only the moon's radiance sparkling playfully amongst the undulating waves which were suddenly blurred by a film over her eyes.

Stubbornly, she choked back her emotions. The night's stillness descended upon her once again. The only movement aside from the constant presence of the waves was a slight quivering in her russet lips, not from the crisp air, but from a sheer force of will to not succumb to the tears threatening to overwhelm her.

She would not reveal any weaknesses. She had waited too long for this moment to let it go. For months she had planned this deep in the recesses of her mind. She had done things this night for her and no one else. She regretted nothing, except perhaps the potential life she had lost nearly eight years ago this very moment.

Soon, her past woes would be forgotten. All it took was hardened resignation and quick flick of the wrist.

Then why was she hesitating? Why was she prolonging the inevitable? This was the only means of escape. This was her one chance to go home and be reunited with the family that had left her behind as the sole survivor. Now she would join them, her people, and they would love her as if time had never progressed. She would fly with a renewed soul into their open arms and for once since the incident that had changed her life she would weep with happiness.

Her head moved in the moonlight so her gaze was fixed upon her outstretched hand, in the palm of which she clenched the instrument of her joy. It was a knife, polished in foreign quarries and imported to the kitchens of Lavigata Palace, her living hell. It was there that she toiled for the sake of naught, burying her thoughts and emotions beneath a thick outer shell. Without this defense, she surely would have gone mad with grief at all that transpired about her and in her. Her body became merely a vessel in which her mind resided, desperately clinging to the one hope that she could flee from these realms to one that could ease her sorrow.

The knife was the key. Its handle was the purest ivory and shone brighter than the moon. The size of half a man's forearm, it wasn't the most powerful implement. In fact, it had only been silverware designed so that the royal family did not have to get their fingers dirty. Such a petty purpose it had served, but to her it had become the ecstasy she had only dreamt about.

Her calloused hand clasped the handle in a fist and slowly tilted it so that the steel tip pointed into the cotton fabric above her heart. Her breath came out in eager gasps as her spirit pulsed with new energy. Excited anticipation mobilized her arm as she drew back the knife and aimed.

For a split second, she worried that she would feel pain. That thought was almost instantly dashed with the realization that she had suffered so much already. Would a little bit more make such a difference? After all, in one swift motion she would never have to feel pain again.

The knife sprang forward.

A/N: Feel free to make fun of me if I still make mistakes. This is supposed to be the edited version, I know, but I'm not perfect! I'd appreciate if I were to make a mistake (GASP! Is that even possible?), that someone point it out to me so I can fix it! Thanks again! Love you all!

Kelly