Prologue
Long ago before there was a united country before we became what we are. Tribes co-existed, lived along until came a King and united all the tribes but to keep the differences of each tribe and as a sign of individuality each tribe kept a colour to symbolize it.
Violet were the colour of the King’s original tribe; which was known for elegance and gracefulness. It became the Capital of all the other tribes.
Blue was the tribe that worked for the king before the union, they were the people who worked for the nobles but didn’t belong to the violets and those of Trade.
Green was for the working farmers, Carpenters and Blacksmith based tribes.
Yellow for the fishermen and the hunters. Orange and red were part of each tribe; those who were not working, and labeled dangerous in society respectively.
They had a Dark knight from each tribe to keep the safety they were coloured Black. All the colours forming the Flag that lasted till today unlike the system itself. The tribes dissolved with time and the hierarchy fell along the years but they still kept the colours to create boundaries between different classes.
The Violet were still royalty even after the last King died. Blue were rich people or upper middle class people who were born in a nice life style.
Green still lived in the rural areas and formed the majority of the working class. Yellow were people who suffered to make ends meet and orange almost belonged to the red neighbourhoods that were consisting of the homeless and less fortunate people those who were out casted by the world. The prison was right in the middle of the Red Area and was called Rouge.
Midst all this I was Blue.
