City of Saints (ON PAUSE)

Part 1

I wake up at the edge of my mauve sheeted bed. The pillows and blankets strewn across my small apartment bedroom. My windows covered in frost and other things in the air. I get up and brush my teeth and hair. After 15 minutes of fumbling with my hair I decided to just put it in a braid. Today is the 120th anniversary of the Grand Chasm. We're supposed to go to town hall and do some weird worshipping shit, but I have never gone. It's not that I don't want to go, I can't. Professor Reyn controls all the events in this city. His rules state "People of The Osprey Disciples cannot attend Chasm events.". These "disciples" are people who have a family of both Saints and Sinners. My dad was a Saint and my mom was a Sinner, this caused my family to be ripped apart after the war. My grandpa led the first Sinner attack and my Aunt led the first Saint attack. I was more closely related to my dad's side than my mom so I was sent to the Saint City. One day I hope I can see my mom again. The bell tolls and everyone leaves their rooms in a neat, straight line. They're all going to our Christ church, but I'm headed elsewhere. The sky outside is a palish yellow and blue, and the buildings are a light gray. Besides one, this is the archives, the only place I can learn about life before the war. The archives were a sunbaked brown and gold. There is writing above the entrance that I could never read. It read like a Latin book but used American English crossed with like, Icelandic. I can't figure it out. I walk in and the smell of moist books fill the air. The city gave up on caring about the books after the touchpad was invented. The internet can't solve EVERTHING! I head to the "History of Saint City" section and dig through a collection of religion and politician books. I finally find the book I needed, "Aves and What They Mean". I know it sounds boring but aves are the animals that a lot of our system comes from. The Ospreys resemble every rule us ospreys have. Mind your space, be kind, pray for luck, and a sign of impending doom. Wow, thanks Reyn.