Ever since the war started fifty years ago, people with exceptional talent are trapped inside the city. Including me; at least, that’s how I see it.
I’m Hazel and I’m eighteen. Which means this year I’ll be participating in the Alpha Ceremony. The ceremony picks an elite team of Omegas. That’s what we are, the ones with the gifts, the Omegas.
Did you notice how I said gifts not gift? That’s because each clan has their own gift. I have hazel eyes so my gift is with knives. The gray eyes are trackers. The bright green eyes are bowmen. Brown eyes are close combat skills, which includes martial arts and wrestling. The purple eyes are survival geeks, they can survive anywhere.
Anyone who is born here and doesn’t have on of these five eye colors, are cast out. We are told they are sent back to the mainland, where the most intensity of the war is. They are probably dead.
So, I’m lucky right! Not really. People with our eye colors cannot leave the city. We’re trapped, but I’m the only one that feels this way. Everyone thinks it’s an honor to be an Omega and an even greater honor to be picked in the ceremony and become an Alpha.
Each year the graduating classes of the clans participate in the Alpha ceremony. Everyone is recognized for their achievements, in academic subjects, sports, and perfecting our skills. Then everyone who passes receives a diploma, those who don’t pass are cast out and sent to the mainland. Nobody wants to be cast out so we work hard to pass out classes. Then one from each clan is recognized as the best in their skill and is then an Alpha. These chosen five, each year, are sent out on this land and eventually work their way to the mainland. They are sent out to fight the war and bring peace. They are a team, they are the Alphas. Though few ever return, it is an honor to be an Alpha, and everyone wants to be chosen. Including me, because then, I am free.