MOULDED BY NATURE

000 ~ in the beginning

WAR, CONFLICT, GREED.

War and strife were engrained into the very essence of the nation of Gomorrah. Conflict and chaos had become an eternal part of their identity, an ever-present force that seemed impossible to extinguish. Generations had endured the never-ending cycles of bloodshed and turmoil, shaping their history and culture in ways that left deep, lasting scars.

Gomorrah was divided into fifteen distinct towns, each responsible for producing the supplies and resources required by the ruling class known as "The Society." Most of the inhabitants spent their lives laboring to meet the demands of their oppressors, toiling away in the hopes of appeasing their masters and securing their meager existence.

But that was not enough for The Society. They wanted to use people, to test them, they wanted entertainment, and so began the trials.

Each year, every town would have 2 subjects, one boy and one girl, to The Society. For 2 days, they would train, and they would be interviewed before they were placed into an arena and forced to fight to the death.

Each year, 30 subjects were sent out, and each year, 1 would return home.

What's the prize for winning?

Nothing. The winners would return home, they would get some money, and some recognition.

But every year, they would be dragged out of their homes, forced to The Society, and they would be forced to watch as children slaughtered each other. They had to watch as innocent people lost their lives for a stupid cause.

The worst part, they weren't even allowed to help.

They weren't allowed to stay home, if they did there would be consequences, to them or to the people they loved.

Only one person could make the rules, the emperor of Gomorahh.

Nobody in the towns knew who he was, or what he looked like, but they did know that he wasn't someone to mess with.

There were rumors of past champions mysteriously vanishing after their trials, but no one had thought that much into it. Besides, even if they knew anything, it wasn't like they had the power to stop it.

So for 35 years, the trials went on normally. The townsfolk complied with the rules, and everything was normal.

But when the 36th annual games began, everything started to change.

{hi everyone! this is technically the first chapter of molded by nature!
i hope you all enjoyed it.
this is a collab fic, so I do not own the ocs,
but many members of the wonderful
insta group chat helped me create them!}