Prologue: Eyes
    Everyone says that my eyes have some kind of power that everyone wants. I do not know what power they are talking about, and I can’t see how people judge me just by my eyes. My mother always told me that every set of eyes are unique, but I don’t really think so. They are just used for seeing, and nothing else. If people really think of it as a decoration, then they really must be stupid. I have been blind for a month when I was 12 years old due to an accident, and it felt horrible. From then on, I truly felt sympathy for every blind man there ever is in the world.
    I do not know why, but my eyes have a purple tinge to it that everyone can’t see. Maybe I am colour-blind, but I do not think so. It was perfectly fine the last time I had an eye check, everything was fine. Or maybe what my mother said was true. My eyes are horrifyingly unique.
    My name is Violet Thyst, and truthfully, I never liked the colour purple. It always gave me a scary feeling thanks to how I see my eyes. Actually, my eyes only turned purple after I turned blind, and although no one can actually see it, I still tried to hide it by keeping my fringe long.
    Everything had gone wrong in my life because of the accident, and until now, even when I am 156 years old and forever immortal, I will still go and hunt down the person who caused this accident and kill him.


Chapter 1: Birthdays
      “Aren’t you excited, Violet? Today’s your 16th birthday!” A teenage girl that had luxurious long hair and pale skin shook her head. “It’s just the date when I was born, Sammy. There’s nothing to celebrate about,” she told her best friend, Samantha. Violet smiled. She never liked to celebrate birthdays. She was always sensing that something would go horribly wrong on her birthday. And that, for one fact, was true. “Well, since you said so, I guess you wouldn’t want your birthday present! I guess I’ll have to keep it for myself!” Samantha took out a purple box from her bag and shook it. Violet hid a frown. Purple. Again. “Oh fine. Just give me that.” Violet held out her hand. She snatched it from Samantha, tore the wrapping open, and frowned.
“Samantha? Why did you give me a sword for my birthday present?” Violet looked up and gasped. “For you to defend yourself.” A masculine voice said. Instead of Samantha’s slim body, a teenager that was about 17 years old was looking at her. “Who are you?” Violet asked. “This, you do not need to know,” he told her, slowly fading away, leaving Violet staring at the book that replaced the sword.
“Violet? What are you thinking about?” Samantha peered at Violet. “You look like you’re hypnotized or something.” Violet shook her head. “Nah. Nothing serious. Just thought of something just now,” Violet assured her. “Oh. I thought you weren’t feeling well,” Samantha told her. Violet smiled. “Sometimes, Samantha, you worry too much. I’m fine.” Samantha frowned. “I’m rather fond of my instinct, you know. I’m correct most of the time.” Violet rolled her eyes. “Most of the time.” Samantha sighed. Smiling, Violet ended the conversation and went away to go back home.
   “Violet!” Darren shouted halfway across the school yard. “How many times have I told you to wait for me after school?” Violet sighed. “Darren, you are my brother, NOT my babysitter. Relax, I won’t die just because I did not wait for you after school!” Darren patted Violet’s head. “Just listen to me. It’s for your own good,” he told her. Violet rolled her eyes. She didn’t really like having an overprotective younger brother.


Chapter 2: Immortality
     “Violet!” Darren rushed into her room one misty day. Violet could tell that Darren was crying, his eyes red from too much tears. “Hold on, Darren, what happened?” Violet stood up, worried about what happened to her younger brother. “Mom......Dad.......” Darren managed to stammer these few words before he cried again. “I don’t understand, Darren, what happened to Mom and Dad?” She asked. “Car accident...... Both of them......Dead......” Darren rushed up to hug his sister and Violet stood there in silence and heard Darren crying while clinging on to her.
       Violet took quite a while to calm her pounding heart down. “Darren,” her voice became unclear and soft, unlike the normal confident and strong one she used to have. It stayed that way for the rest of her life, making her weak and fragile, unlike her past self. She was quite surprised she did not cry, and at that time, she felt proud that she always thought straight and was always rational no matter what the situation was.
       “Darren,” said Violet, “we have to go to the hospital to check on Mom and Dad now. Does Aunt April know about this?” Darren nodded his head furiously. “Good, go tell her that we need her to drive us to the hospital,” she told him. Darren ran out from the room, and Violet turned around to look at her reflection on the mirror. Her eyes were still purple. “Why are they still purple?!” Violet whined.
         “I wouldn’t want to know why if I were you,” the same masculine voice she heard from her 16th birthday said again. “Ah, it’s you. 1 year since we met, if I’m correct.” He smiled. “I wouldn’t use the term ‘met’.” Violet looked at the teenager in the mirror carefully. Then she took her eyes off him. That was the worst choice she had ever made in her life.
        Suddenly, her room dimmed and Violet heard the door of her room being locked. She turned around and glared at the teenager. “What are you doing?” She hissed.  
         The teenager smiled. “You are called Violet Thyst, if I remembered it correctly? Nice to meet you,” he said,” my name is Richard Deap.” Violet’s eyes observed him. “So, Mr. Deap, what point are you trying to make here?” She asked. “Please, just call me Richard,” said he, “I simply just want to make you an offer.” Violet’s eyes moved away. “What offer?”
         “A deal is what I am trying to make. You, Violet Thyst, shall be immortal, while your parents will rise from the dead.” Violet took a deep breath. “I don’t understand your deal, Mr. Deap, you are trying to make a deal, yet you let me be immortal. Do you know how many people in this world want to be immortal?” Violet asked.
           “Yes, I do know that, but Ms. Thyst, but you yourself do not want to be immortal; do you?” Violet shook her head. “Then?” Richard smiled one more time at Violet. “I do not understand what your point here is, but I’ll gladly agree.”
             Richard’s eyes turned purple. Violet froze, wondering why Richard’s eyes were the exact same colour as hers. “You’re not the only one who can see what colour your eyes truly are, Violet,” said Richard. A sword appeared in Violet’s hand. “You still keep it?” He asked. Violet shrugged. She didn’t know when or how the sword appeared.
              Richard held out his hand. Violet raised one of her eyebrows. He smiled. “The first step to immortality,” he explained. Violet could hear her brother calling her name. She placed her hand on top of his, and she saw a black hole growing larger and larger. She turned around just in time to see her brother standing frozen at the sight of Richard.