Battle of Colours
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Last published Sat, Jun 9, 2018
Martin Luther King's dream has turned into a nightmare.
Abraham Lincoln's fight has gone to waste.
Equality became a utopia.
Peace is now a Christmas wish.
Hell opened its gates to spread its hate on Earth.
In a world in which White people live in the North and People of Colour are stuck in the South, groups of rebels are rising everywhere.
Southern people have the opportunity to live in the North at one condition, they have to submit to their White Masters and give up on their freedoms and rights.
Some people, just like Violet and her friends, refuse to submit and create groups of rebels.
They fight for peace and equality. They fight for freedom.
Their plan was going quite well: Violet have been given an undercover mission.
She has to become the maid of one of the most powerful White Men in the country, which means: living in the South and submitting, but it would only be temporary.
At least it should have been.
It is crazy how love can ruin everything.
It is crazy how falling can be so easy.
It is crazy how the forbidden can be so attractive.
It is crazy how unpredictable life can be.
Will Violet and her friends manage to reach their goals? Will they find peace? What is going to happen between Violet and her temporary White Master?
There is only one way to find out.
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