Hey you guys, this idea just sprung up into my mind. So if you do please comment and fave. If I get enough people liking it I will post the next chapter and put the story up on another website called Wattpad. So if you like it please tell me but just remember this chapter is just a prologue. If you are confused at the end just PM (private message) me and I will respond. THANKS
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Years have passed since the greater good. Harmony can no longer be used as a word in our vocabulary. They have taken over. They have come to destroy. And They are not to be taken lightly. The royal family and of their followers torment us. They take our money, our loved ones, our young and old, our homes and our lives. They live on our fear and obedience. They send soldiers to put us in our rightful place. I don't know what we did, or when we did it, but They haven't seemed to forgotten it.
Every day the family must be lined up in front of their own home to be inspected. The Royals want to make sure that there are no ideas of treason. But the treason doesn't come from us. Every day I see loved ones taken away from me. My friends, neighbors, even my family. I try to learn not to love. But I never learn. There are too many people I care about. And too many people who care about me.
Children of all ages being ripped away from their parents to become slaves or just to be killed for the fun of it. It makes me sick. And what do we do about it? Nothing. Not one thing. No one dares disobey the Royals for fear of being killed. We just sit back and watch as our own kin are pulled away, never to return. But what happens if we step out of place? We die. If we don't get our taxes in on time? We die. One foot out of line? You guessed it, we die. Well maybe not all the time. Some people go to the dungeon, or get tortured.
So, no one will take a stand for what's right. But even that statement can be countered. My father stood up for what he believed in. He was looking at something bigger. He was focusing on protecting his family and everything he believed in. Now look where that has gotten him. He's dead. Gone. Hanging at the gallows with his wife to fend for herself with five children and one on the way.
You see, They actually encourage us to prosper. They want more of us to work for them. More of us so that if one is lost another can take its place. A law was passed not too long ago that it is now essential to have at least four children. The more children you had, the nicer they were to you. But when I say nicer, I just mean that they will take one less loved on, or they will give you one more loaf of bread. But do they keep their word? I will tell you this. My mother gave birth to eight children, but I have lost three of them to these monsters. So, did they keep their end of the bargain?
Now I live this life in fear. In dread. In anxiety. In this life waiting, hoping, praying, and asking Who will stand alone?
This is just a prologue. It's a little rough around the edges but I will upload. Please tell me if you like it. I will not write if I do not get good comments.
(0_o) Dusty