We live in a world with special powers. We call them Ristics. They are often attached to your bloodline, hobbies, and interests. Our God, we call him Neshar, tells us our power when we say: "What is the secret of my ristics? "They say that his voice is inhuman and monotonous. Many people think they can hear Neshar, talk to him, even have entire conversations with him. He is a god many think to understand.
Confused by these new forces, humanity slowly began to form clans based on their ristics. Now there are clans on this planet, such as the Thunder Clan, the Witches Clan, etc. All of these have their very own way of living and dealing with one another, many clans even have a unique language. Many clans are hostile to each other, they simply don't like each other.
This is probably called xenophobia. Out of all these clans, however, one clan, in particular, has made a name for itself in recent years. We call this clan the supreme council. A clan whose geographic location and military strength are unknown. The supreme council introduces itself as Neshar's messenger. They think they would bring order to this world. The will of the supreme council is to give humanity an illegitimate order.
The supreme council made sure that the clans stay among themselves. As if you were sorting colors into different boxes, they organized us into clans. To show their will, even more, they set up special rules. The commandments, already in my childhood, these commandments were told us, they apply to everyone and are an accompanying curse:
- Mixed-race children who have parents from two different clans are given to the supreme council and serve as workers or soldiers. The parents lose their social status.
- The strongest person in the clan will be their leader. His words are mandatory.
- Sleeping/living on the premises of other clans must be punished individually. Death or slavery is recommended.
- The power of the Supreme Council is the power of Neshar. To mock or pollute Neshar is to mock the Supreme Council.
Of course, you just think that it's a simple life. Just stay in your clan live a happy life and nothing goes wrong. But that is not the case. Humans have a special will to adventure, the will to explore the world, to help people.
People are not objects that you can just put in a drawer. Every person is different and exciting.
The residue clan, that's what they call us. We are a clan with no ristics. Nobody here in our clan has special skills that they can only dream of. I was already born in this clan, while others were only sent here after they could not develop Ristic. We are a mixed clan of mistakes. Even our patron god Neschar, who should give us a Ristic, ignores us. He only replies with the word: "Error" as soon as you try to speak to him.
The clan residue is godless. A God everyone trusts is ignoring us. And the other clans know that too. They use us as pack donkeys, hard workers, and the like. They don't see us as people but as tools. We spend most of the time in the fields to pay the tenants that the other clans have piled up for us. We are allowed to eat whatever is leftover. Just to have enough energy so that we can then continue to work in the field again. This is not a world anyone should live in.