No one wanted this to happen, not even the supernaturals, but fate has its own course of action. In 2020 the existence of the supernaturals was discovered by the world. Many world leaders, fearing complete annihilation of the human race rushed into a united war against all who weren't humans. Needless to say millions were slaughtered, both human and non-human. Leaders of the non-humans decided that the war was pointless because they didn't desire world domination, which they could easily take, they simply wanted to live as nature intended them to. So, the treaty of Solomun was forced upon the humans and eventually signed. It dictated that there was to be a separation of the two races, and that a human must never cross over the line separating us. However, with this law came stipulations. The vampires needed human blood, while fae and werewolves gained strength from human emotions; so human criminals and those who weren't productive were brought over to border to their ultimate doom. Now in 2089, fifteen years after the war ended, the treaty was set in place, and everyone began to pick up the pieces.
My name's Harley and this is the story of how my brother Buick and I ended up on the wrong side of the border.
