Once upon a time in a far off land, there lived a race of people who had no color. They were all a dull shade of grey, and they were happy. There was no jealousy of anyone else, for they were all the same.

Then one day, a child was born, a boy. His mother was so proud of her son, even if he wasn't any different from the million of other babies in the land. This would soon change.

As the little boy grew up, he went through a dramatic metamorphosis. His body began to turn darker until it was not grey anymore, but a deep shade of red, almost crimson. His hair turned raven black, and his eyes turned as brown as the bark of the trees. His mother was filled with embarrassment over her strange child, and cast him out of the house. He ran away to live in the forests alone.

But the little boy was not alone for long. One by one, other children began to join him. But not all these children were red like him. Some were yellow, a light shade of yellow the color of sunshine, with sky blue eyes, and blond hair that was almost as white as the clouds.

At first, the children of the forest got along well. They considered themselves a family, the only family they had. Cast out against the grey people, all they had was each other. But as they grew older, they saw the grey people begin to die out. The grey ones had always been the dominant race, now the time had come to choose another. The two new races of children split, and fought a fierce war for supremacy. Hiding in the bushes and trees of the forest, many children were killed in the fight to hold the right to be the dominant race of the land. The war went on for generations, with red being on top some times, and yellow being on top for others. But finally, the yellow race gained supremacy, and proceeded to enslave the red race.

Though their parents discouraged it after the war was over, the red and the yellow children began to get curious about one another. Their parents tried to stop them, but as time went on, some of the red and some of the yellow had children of their own either voluntarily or by rape. Their children were a hybrid race of bright orange people with deep, lumunous hazel eyes and light brown hair, and both red and yellow shunned these strange colored children. The yellow people refused to acknowledge the orange children as theirs, and kept them as slaves along with their red parents. For years, the reds and the hybrid oranges were forced to serve the yellows.

The reds and oranges soon got tired of serving the selfish yellows, and rebelled. Sympathetic yellows took their side, and fought for their freedom. A new idea took root. Why did there have to be a dominant race? Why couldn't all people be equal?

There was another war, this time between the yellows who favored bondage and the ones who didn't. This war was supposed to be for the people who were held in captivity. However, red and orange people were not allowed to fight against the yellows; there was an inherant fear that they would feel they were above their masters, and none of the yellows wanted to contemplate giving a red or orange slave a gun and telling them to fire at a yellow man. The freedom fighters won the war, but were reluctant to give up the comfort they were used to the slaves providing. So the yellows began to work together, compromise, to keep the comfortable life they had grown used to as close to intact as they possibly could. The yellows made laws that kept the reds and oranges so close to slavery that the yellows could still control and take advantage of the ignorant reds and oranges. They oversaw and controlled everything, including their education and their jobs, and in some cases even miseducated them.

The reds and the oranges decided not to take it anymore, and managed to work within the system to receive the civil rights they deserved. But they knew that the yellows, who were in charge of everything, including the government that made the laws, never really considered them equal. There was always a constant struggle.

The red and orange battle continued for the rights that the yellows deprived them of, but the youngest generation lost the desire to better themselves. Some never had the opportunity, and blamed their lack of resources on the yellows. Some were too lazy and used the same excuse. And the ones that tried to better themselves were viciously attacked by the ones who had grown accustomed to using racism and unequal opportunity as an excuse for their lack of drive. Some actually made it big, and of those, some were used as pawns to keep the red/orange race satisfied that strides were made toward equality. But no one really believed that there was true equality. And the ones that tried to speak out, either in media or in politics from music to books were quickly silenced by terrified yellows who were scared of a change in the status quo.

The red race eventually died out. Those reds or oranges who married yellows made the blood lines so thin that the original strain of the red race became so thin it was not even a factor. The two races kept interbreeding as the reds and oranges died out, and a new race of beige people were created. And the war for supremacy began again. . .

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