(A/N just testing if adding text in the beginning will make the first page visible.. lol)

It all started when people were starving to death, when resources were overused since the way too high birth rate. The way people lived was too high for the earth, we used too much of our natural resources which caused the crisis. It was the time when the smartest among the human race thought of solutions.

Their solution was to move the smarter people and the richest people to live inside the man made towers that rise towards the clouds. Just few were chosen and all others were left to live at the ground level. The ones left were declined the right to have a family, their chance of survival was depending on what the Tower People wanted to happen. Everyone on the ground level is known as ‘Workers’ and we all have our numbers. My number is 1989 and I’m one of the first people who were allowed to be born to this world.

The oldest told us this, how everything got like this and how the world was 50 years ago. The smartest ones are now known as the Tower People as we, the less fortunate, are the Ground Pack. Yes, we are forbidden to call ourselves people and our job is to work for them. We cannot be seen or heard by them. That’s why we work during night, in the darkness and we move inside tower walls.

And what do I think of it? It plainly sucks. My parents were already in their fourties when they finally got permission to have a child. My mother died giving birth to me and my father died to flue when I was 15 years old. It has been 4 years already since the last time I saw my dad. It wasn’t a big problem since we have to work from age of twelve so I was already bringing a living to myself.

In our community there are rules and simple things you should know.

1. Don’t let yourself to be seen by Tower People

2. Don’t question the things Tower People tell you

3. Don’t get into relationship without permission

4. Don’t get a child without permission

Then there are the simple rules about not killing other people or stealing but they are easy. Those things we’re allowed to handle ourselves. However if the Four Great Rules are broken, then you will be punished. Last week they killed an expecting mother because she didn’t have the permission. They say it’s all for our good so we can ration our resources properly.

Basically you could get killed if you don’t follow these Four Great Rules. The Tower People communicate with us only through some speakers and it’s only between two chosen people in each tower. They are called ‘Connectors’. Each tower has one person in charge of communicating with one person on the ground level.

We are not the only ones who have rules. Tower People do also know about the rules for us. They can decide who they marry and when to have children but it’s forbidden for them to connect with workers. I’ve heard through walls how mother’s tell bedside stories to their children of how some misfortunate soul saw a Worker once and got blind. This all seems a bit unbelievable for me.

Apparently when the earth was fighting against the growing masses most of the human kind died. About fifty thousand people live inside the ten tower buildings and then there is around the same number living on the ground level. We walk past the towers but the way is blocked, they won’t get out and we won’t get in.

However when darkness descents the gateways open up in each towers basement. I work in tower 4 which is ten storey high building. It has some leisure things that we just dream off like a garden, pools and so on.  The richest live in the three upper floors and the middle section is dedicated to science with laboratories and the living quarters of the scientist families. I work on the fifth floor and I have one apartment to take care of every night while they sleep.

Through the tower’s basement I can get inside the tower and there are staircase leading up and behind the walls. We know the routes around the buildings since it’s our job as Workers. Secret passages lead us inside their homes and I enjoy looking around while working. Their lifestyle is much different from our simple ways to live.

My best friend tells me that I’m way too attracted to their way of life. However I’m just hoping that one day we could live at peace and together without boundaries. This is why my friend says to me that, “Dawn, you will die young if you don’t stop thinking like that. You’re too much of a rebel and the Tower people don’t like it.”

My friend is called Poppy because she likes flowers that are growing wild on the meadows. This makes her kind of rebel too since it’s highly not recommended to go outside our area’s limits. Outside there is one threat that is like a curse word, the outcasts live there. They chose to touch other humans, feed on them when the starvation begun. They were forced to leave.

So who am I? If you’re from Tower you would call me Worker 1989 but if you’re a friend, just call me Dawn Emerald. My father said that my hair is glowing red like the sunrise he saw in Africa before thing got the way it did. That’s why he wanted to call me Dawn and Emerald comes from my bright green eyes.  Just remember, don’t call me by that when there are the Tower People’s ‘flying cameras’ passing by. How do you recognize those? Well, they sound like nails that are pulled against black board. They move on wires and circle around the grounds outside the towers, keeping us, the Ground Pack, under their surveillance.

Again I’m sitting on a small hill top, my eyes are scanning the view spreading in front of me. The ten towers are raising high up and there are small houses on ground levels where the lower Workers live as groups. Actually they are more like living units with twenty beds each. Everything is built as circle formation and on the outside are the farming areas. Fields are slowly turning brown and there are some cows inside fences.

One glance over my shoulder and I see the big stone protection walls that were built after the big fight 45 years ago when they attacked. We call them ‘Against All Humanity’ which is shortened as AAH, they’re the ones who wish to feed on human meat. Behind the walls is the beautiful nature that’s overwhelming the old man made things like cars and buildings that our oldest told us stories about. Of course I have seen those things with my eyes on my secret exploring trips.

Somehow I know that the oldest are hiding some things about the past. That’s why I cannot deny my heart being rebellious, I want to know things. It’s year 2998 now, actually it’s the annual day of the first people to move inside the towers. It’s Savior’s Day, 10th of October.

The sun is setting and I lift my hand up, I’m looking at the light which is coming from between my fingers. My fair skin is stained from the dirt and I wipe my hands quickly to my torn black jeans when I stood up. Now I need to hurry since my job is about to begin. It’s just another night cleaning the mess after the people without worries and sadness.  

I sighed and walked fast towards the Land of Hope. The name is ironical since there is only hope for those who were lucky enough to born right side of the walls. I mean the walls that separate us, the Ground Pack and the Tower People. However there is a prophecy that was done decades ago that one day a rebellious heart would awaken and join us all.

A/N:

Here is the Prologue. Tell me your thoughts, please?

(A/N Now just testing if adding text in the ending will make the second page visible.. lol)