The first anomaly appeared nearly over 200 years ago. The sun was shining brightly with the July summer heat beating down on the Earth. Everything had appeared to be normal on that day, but then something extraordinary happened. A single man had somehow caused a fire that quickly overtook a city. Buildings burned to the ground, metal melted into steaming heaps of liquid that burned into the concrete and dirt. The trees caught fire and left nothing but ashes as their remains. Luckily, there were no casualties. Everyone had managed to escape this physical hell. Everyone except for one man. When paramedics and firefighters went into the town to see if there were any stragglers that were left behind, they found only one person. A person who was completely unharmed, untouched, by the flames that ravaged the city. When they took him away from the environment, he was quickly medical scan to see if there was anything wrong. He may look fine on the outside, but they feared his lungs perished from the smoke. When thoroughly examined multiple times by multiple medical professionals, they found nothing wrong. His lungs were in a peak of healthy condition. However, there was something unnatural about this young man. They found small traces of an unknown liquid substance lurking within his veins, the biggest source located at his heart.
As the years passed, more and more of these strange substances appeared in more people. After the rebuilding of the town, many things felt off. People continued to venture into clinics, claiming that their body felt odd. They said that there wasn't any pain, but more-so uneasiness. It felt as though something were changing, rearranging, inside their bodies. Doctors would take blood samples from these patients and discover that the blue liquid found years beforehand was now appearing once again. There were rising concerns that another fire would occur considering the only person who had been found unharmed had the same strange liquid in their blood. Soon enough, a fourth of the city's population had this strange liquid. Quickly, it spread to half the population. Within the next few years, the city, as well as other cities, degraded their city into different sectors. Sectors 1 and 2 were made for the "normal" red-blooded citizens. This took up three-fourths of the city land mass. Sectors 3 and 4 was reserved for the "unknown" blue-blooded citizens. With little space available, people began to fight for territory. Diseases spread and took many lives while the scarce rations starved people from the lack of food. Many of these people began to riot in the streets.
They held petitions for tearing down the sectors of the city. They protested about their poor living conditions and the lack of available resources. They eventually grew weary and hopeless. Their motivation and determination died from petition after petition being denied. A large majority of protestors were forced into custody. Within months of starting to defy, they obliged and dealt with their living conditions as best as they could. They felt defeated. In all reality, the normal citizens were just afraid of what was to come from these kinds of anomalies. They had no idea of how to deal with this situation and resorted to simply shredding all ties and forced them in the poorest parts of the city.
After several years pass, many people had grown to realize that their blue blood was special. Special in the fact that they had abilities that the other citizens didn't have. They had found this out after one child began to levitate small debris around her in a man-made park. When she was questioned, she said, "I felt a little woozy at first and concentrated on the rocks to try and take my mind off of it. Then they just started floating."
People found this rather interesting. Soon enough, when they felt woozy or dazed, they began to relax and concentrate on something else. One person accidently caught a tree on fire. Another had froze an entire lake. Everyone in the small city began to explore and discover what they called "magic". With their newfound powers, they regained the will to fight for their freedom. However, they were too late. The government had constructed a wall made of steel all across their sectors. The wall reached as high as the clouds and those who had found their power to be flight had tried to fly over the iron wall, but to no avail. As soon as reached a reasonable height, they tired from the lack of oxygen and were soon left unconscious. Months passed after the realization that their freedom was out of sight. However, there would be a gathering in the town center. The meeting was called by one man that spread all across the sectors. When people gathered they saw who had called them forth. It was same man that was found on the day of the fire. His bright, blond hair made him easily recognizable. As soon as the news spread, people quickly flooded the city square. When he determined there were enough people, he began to speak. His voice was loud and reached the crowd at the far back clearly. He talked and talked about their oppression and about the way they're living. He asked if anyone was happy with their living conditions. No one answered positively. His speech brought life back to the eyes of the defeated citizens. He encouraged them to fight. There was one thing that all of them had forgotten that he reminded them off. If you're freedom is forcefully taken away, forcefully take it back. Soon enough, a war began all across the country. The "blue-blooded" people fought against the "red-blooded" people. With magic in their arsenal, their victory was nearly assured. However, things quickly turned sour when the might of the military poured down on them like thunder in a storm. Thousands, nearly millions, of people were slain in this civil war. A war they continued to fight for their freedom. The man who had been crowned as leader of the "blue-blooded" citizens called a retreat. The make-shift soldiers knew they stood no chance against the trained military force that threatened their lives. Even their homes were no longer safe. They had nowhere above ground to retreat to. Quickly, the war ended with the defeated of the magic users. The entire population was captured. With the world watching, a mass genocide would be the last thing on their list, so instead they sent them underground where they would start their new life. Of course, some magic users had been granted the privilege of living on the aboveground. The government had forced thousands of these people to create a barrier that prevented any escape. Soon enough, anyone who bore the symbol of the blue liquid in their veins vanished from the aboveground except for a select few.