Battle of Colours

Battle of Colours

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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. - creatingdoubt
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Once, this world was painted in hues of green and blue,alive, breathing, and free. Now it lies cloaked in dust and sorrow, so pale that even the sky weeps in pity. Where wings once danced across endless skies, not a single feather dares to fall. The colours of life were stolen and those who took them, know their guilt too well. But isn't that the rhythm of life itself? To fall, to bleed, to rise again? Life was meant to be free wild as the wind, untamed as hope. Yet now, that life flickers...its final light trembling beneath the weight of despair. Until they came, the "saviours," wrapped in golden lies. They promised colour, promised salvation, but in the dark, they only snuffed out more stars. And just when the world's last song was about to fade life defied its own ending. It gave birth to something forbidden. Unnatural. Unwanted. Unbreakable. They were the echoes of rebellion souls forged in silence and fire. The world would tremble again, its nights filled with screams of the dark for the light these Unnaturals would ignite. For they were no longer just outcasts. They were "Revolutionaries" rising against the shadowed throne of a corrupted order, against the lies that chained the truth, and against the hands that silenced every voice that dared to speak. And through their defiance, the world would remember, that even in the deepest dark, light is born from those who refuse to bow.

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