A small village nestled in the northernmost part of the world was enveloped in a blanket of snow. The Aurora Borealis danced in the sky, illuminating the night with its hues of blue, green, and purple. The villagers huddled in their homes, savoring the warmth of their fires as the frigid air crept in.
But there was one person who did not have the luxury of enjoying the comfort of her home. A young woman named Aura stood outside, gazing up at the sky in awe of the magnificent display. Her black hair flowed like ebony silk, and her skin was as white as snow. Her beauty was unmatched, and it was this beauty that caught the attention of the God of Malice.
The God was envious of her, and in a fit of jealousy, he cursed Aura. From that day on, anyone who looked at her would be filled with disgust and loathing. The villagers began to treat her with contempt, shunning her from their company and leaving her to fend for herself.
As Aura stood outside, shivering in the cold, she could not understand why everyone hated her. She had always been kind and generous to the villagers, but they could not see past the curse that had befallen her.
Little did she know that a chance encounter with a blind beggar named Caecilius would change her life forever.