Equilibrium - #ProjectWomanUp

Prologue

The world used to be run by governments. Not anymore. Not for a long time now. No, the world is damaged and broken; yet the human race continue to fight for what they believe in. That is the beauty of survival – no matter the situation the human race continue to do whatever they can to ensure their lives are not cut short.

Maybe that was why the war has never ended.

In the year 2050, war broke out. Leader Sam; the president of a group called the 'Blues' was assassinated in cold blood; they blamed some people called the 'Reds' and they raged war. The other countries were forced to choice sides. The Blues or the Reds? But the side doesn't even matter in the end.

The amount of nuclear weapons and advanced technologies destroyed the entire world. Crop were killed – and people starved. Leaders were killed – and order broke down. Civilians were killed – and morals were lost.

By the year 2070, not much was left of the world. So a new one was made; well, a new system of how we fight. The world was split in two; the Red side and the Blue side. You were born into one side and you lived your entire life in that side. To leave was not an option.

And if you think that giving each the Reds and the Blues their own territory, it meant that the fighting would stop. Well you'd be wrong. It continued to rage, even though we don't even have a reason to fight anymore.

However when the new system was set in place so were rules. Both Reds and Blues had armies; yet they were not allowed to train children. Even after all the carnage, murdering of children was still barbaric.

The Reds have more than one leader; a cabinet of people combined to make rules. The Blues worked different. We have a royal family; a king, queen, princesses and princes. And they run the Blue section.

I was born Blue, and I will die Blue. If I were to cut my veins I would bleed Blue, I am Blue through and through. I am proud of my lineage and I would rather die than turn my back on my people.

I was born Civilian – born to a family of none fighters, to that is how I will be raised. Civilian. Yet, there is another group; the Warriors. The fighters and strategists; the people that fight for us Blues. The people that continue to the fight in the war against the Red's.

The year is 3000, and people are dying.

The year is 3000, and soldiers are fighting.

The year is 3000, and the war rages on.