Made Of Colours (Old, soon to be updated under another title!)

Prolouge: The Six Royals

The Six rule the world. All corners. If you're not one of the six colours, you're unnatural.
An abomination. You deserve to die, and they barely go out of their way to influence that.
People like us, we don't get to relax often. There are always people coming after us.
It's so racist, isn't it? How we are downgraded to slavery, degraded to nearly nothing, merely just there to look pretty or disappear.

We sell ourselves just to get by. Half of us willingly go into slavery of the adult kind just to avoid being publicly killed. The other half try and fight. We have our own little nation, but because of an agreement, we merely get a village. It's not enough.

The Red King is one of the most dangerous men out there.
He is a bloodthirsty man, said to have been poisoned by vampires.
His entire court is plagued by the same disease, supposedly. Because of this, he owns a coven of vampires, which he treats in luxury.

The Orange King is a huge pyromaniac. He burns his own houses to the ground and makes massive bonfires every few nights.

In his land, things are humid, and half the trees on his land are scorched black.
He and The Red King were very close, and still are.

The Yellow Princess, on the other hand, is the one you would go to if you were in trouble.
She brings the sun up, and her land is covered in flowers and yellow grasses.
She loves with every fibre of her being, and promises happiness to her servants and people. She tries her best.

The Green prince died, and along with him, so did his nation. Green people are very rare. It is said, the green prince would hand out herbal medicines and heal men with a single touch. It's been hundreds of years since anyone has seen him, and the grasses of his land grow thick. Anyone who ventures in never comes back out.

The Blue Prince owns the sea, his people half breeds between sea life and humans.
He was torn over the disappearance of the Green Prince and rarely leaves his castle under the sea.
The only people who ever see him are his servants and his court.

The Violet King's lands are wilted, though the sky is always in either a sunset or a sunrise, the in-between is purely lavender skies and pale light.
He shares his throne with a girl known as the dark princess.
No one dares test her. She is as dangerous as the red king.

We are merely an abomination.
That's all.