I remember I used to ask my mother why the world had divided, why some of us were treated like trash if we were all the same. She just smiled at me and said that I was too innocent for this world, I was too young to understand what she was talking about, but something told me that I shouldn´t continue talking. It would not be until later that I would understand everything, a pity that by that moment there would be nothing of that innocence.
In the year two thousand three hundred forty a war broke out, one that divided the world in two, and that sealed our destiny. Everything began with the countries that at that time were considered those with the greatest military or technological power, the United States. The United Kingdom, and Japan, those three created a union called "New World" which took power from all the countries that were useful to make up their "New World" and those that were not part were discarded like garbage and completely ignored, which brings us to the other part. Denominated "Old World" Even in the present I still can't understand why? The war ended eight years later where almost 80% of the world was part of the "New World" I was four years old when the war ended, and my country was part of the 20% that was not needed.
My grandmother used to tell me stories of fantastic beings, capable of transforming into an animal bigger and stronger than normal ones, who lived underwater or in volcanoes, who had the sight of an eagle and ears in beak, who had powers and did not age, capable of spitting fire from their mouths, who came from a world completely different from ours but some of them moved to ours and lived with us.
Despite the war that divided us, the world was somehow at peace, there were the usual common problems, but life continued or was like that, until the invasion of the "Beasts" and the "Pales". This happened in the year 2353, the world was submerged in a war for control over the planet, despite the war that we had to fight, the "New World" did not care to help the "Old World". I think that if at that moment we had done what we should have, what happened would not have happened, but he would not exist. Despite humanity's attempts to defend itself against the threat, it was inevitable that we would lose, until that happened.
Rumor has it that during a battle against the enemy by "Old World" a group of people appeared and helped win the enemy. No one knows how it happened, but after that incident, a specialized army was formed to fight the enemy. After the formation of the army, the "Old World" was able to repel the attacks, unfortunately, the "New World" fell silent, leaving the "Old World" as the only resistance between complete enslavement and freedom. So I know the "Beasts" and the "Pale" impose rules which are full of oppression against any activity that allows you to express yourself which is hell.
No matter how hard I try, I can't help getting up in the middle of the night screaming and crying for those memories that torment me, after the start of the war I didn't get anything but the loss of the people I loved, no matter how hard I fight, it always is the same result, a Hell.