Hello! And welcome to my first Red Queen fanfic (and kind of my first fanfic... but no biggie). I just wanted to explain that this story will be set in the future but it will explain what happens to Mare&co after the end of the book and how that develops into this future, so beware of spoilers! Though I don't really think anybody will read this, just in case haha.
Now, for the summary that was too long for the site:
The world was once divided by blood. Silvers ruled over Reds, with God-like powers to subdue them into their service. For centuries they watched as their children were taken away from them to fight a war they never wanted, but one day everything changed, one day when an accident proved that Reds held a power of their own, stronger and deadlier.
Now it's been seventy years since the Red Rise and the fall of the Silver Empire, now its turn for the Gods to pay their punishment. Kelea Liron is a gifted Red, one of the privileged in a world at war, living the life won by the revolution, where Silvers are slaves for war, trained since young to serve their government, to pay for their ancestors' crimes. But when Kelea is kidnapped by the True Equalitarian, a terrorist group seeking to abolish the bridge between Silvers and Reds she will learn that when it comes to the silvers, there is no black and white.
Enjoy, imaginary readers!
There was a time when everything was black and white. When old monsters ruled the earth with silver crowns and silver blood, forgetting the brothers they once had.
The poor reds, the simple reds who had once been equal were nothing but waste in those times. They weren't good enough, smart enough, powerful enough. They were different, less, and the Silvers thought it their right to rule over those who were weaker than them.
They lived in glorious castles of marvelous glass. They played with their gifts forgetting what they were for. Conquer, power, survival. After generations of oblivion powers were nothing but pretty things to spend their time playing around. Who could play better? Who knew more? Who was on top? They played, danced and ate in their castles, forgetting the war they had started long ago, the war they made the poor, simple reds fight.
Reds had no choice. They were less and for that they would serve the better. They wanted a drink? Then call a red! They want a war? Reds would go, millions of them , they were nothing but cannon fodder. But the reds prepared their drinks, and they knew how to put the poison, they fought their wars, they knew how to fight them. They just didn't know it yet; reds had spent so long being nothing they ended up believing it.
Silvers were especial, reds were not. That was until our Leader, Mare Barrow an infiltrate in their ranks, a red and a silver and stronger than both. She was a red, she knew the sufferings of our people, she had endured them herself. It all began with her, when a red was as especial as a silver, and even more. She became one of them, studied, made herself stronger and those around her. But silvers were not all too forgotten about the war. They were petty creatures you see, and they did not like a lesser to be like them. To be as powerful as they had only be known to be. She was betrayed, casted aside, set as pariah for everyone to see and shame. But she was not ashamed, she was strong and she had others, millions who were especial and didn't know it.
All reds are especial.
Our Leader fought for us for the poor brothers and sister who had been enslaved for so long. She was brave and relentless and on the battle of Calorn the enslaver were defeated, their system torn and broken. It was useless, we didn't need it, we had been divided by power for far too long, it was time for change, it was time for equality.
My mother says humans are flawed always have been, always will be. And human constructions and ideas are flawed as well. We know it was time for a change, we know that the silvers were cruel to us, not only because they wanted to, but because they were ignorant of us, they neglected us, forgot our humanity and treated us worse than animals. We know our leader, Mare Barrow is good, and decent and our faithful servant. That she was the one who saved us, and she will be the one to make sure we are always safe and happy, never again on the chains.
But we also know not everything we are told is true. Some forget, some choose to believe what they are told, grateful as they say we should be that we are in power now. Others like myself choose to try and see things for what they are. We were slaves and now we are free. But when before it was the Silvers who ignored us for not being like them, now it is us the ones who discriminate, the one who cast aside, and the ones who enslave.
Silvers had to be controlled, history tells us. They were in power for so long they were bound to try and get it back. They tried and failed, until they learned they were nothing. Reds are more powerful, is what we know, stronger, better than any of them and we showed them, we proved it was our time to rule, and that it was their time to be slaves.
Silver is synonym for low, monstrous and beastlike. Greedy little things they are, they have to be kept in line, away from the poor reds they tortured for so long. This is their punishment, their personal hell. This is their purgatory.
Little did we know, we were all going to hell.