I never really believed in the myth that the women in my family could tell which colors of a man's aura were joined to his emotions, until Magesty Yoll, Master of Arete, walked into the large ballroom in my mother's palace and forever changed my life. Instead of the usual twenty two hues most men emit, I was seeing hundreds. It was as if a girl who had grown up knowing the colors of a child's painting set was suddenly introduced to the palette of a true artist. But the real shock, the fear, the dread, and the flare of hope that I felt throughout my body was caused by the realization that I knew what those colors meant.
