PROLOGUE
The war started about a year ago when scientists developed charms to put on items. Not just an accessory, but an ability. Invisibility, flight, transformation, and a weapon.
Half of the country thought they should ban the use of the charms while the other promoted the use of it, becoming the Abnegated, and the Revering. Punishment came to the memory destroying ring, you would put the ring on any of your fingers, and all of a sudden, you didn't know who you were. A fake identity is given upon departure of the jail. PINs, debit and credit card numbers - everything as far as your computer password, or even where your keys were was already wired perfectly in your mind. A single chip read your whole background, and your personal information.
My name is Esis, I'm sixteen years old, and I am taught to dislike the charms; I believe the charms are only a weapon. It's what my parents believed, and what my friends believe, and now what I believe. I was just a statistic, although now one of the few who can remember the fallen.
A memory played perfectly in my mind over and over again; the gunfire echoed through my mind, seemingly reaching the corners of my head replacing my thoughts with fear. Fear. What exactly is fear? Cowardice in the form of running? No. Someone afraid to take action against it. I sprint for cover, adrenaline taking fear's place. I hear familiar screams and thuds as bodies hit the ground. The gunfire stops. "That's the last of them." I hear a soldier yell. Guns click, and footsteps protrude. I peek out into the street slowly, immediately seeing my mother and father, a red substance surrounding them. I gasp, tears sting the backs of my eyelids as I fight to stay silent. I glare through tear filled eyes at the backs of the soldiers' beige suits and buzz cut heads as they get smaller and Smaller off into the distance. This is their fault.
I am the last of the Abnegated, and this is my story.