This was the day. War has come.

This beautiful blue planet, was unique in the sense that the inhabitants, rather than live on the surface of the planet resided on large floating rocks a few thousand feet into the sky. Calling the continents rocks was an under exaggeration, the size of these 'rocks' varied, the smallest was just smaller than a bus and the largest was immeasurable, it would often leave a frozen trail of ice on the surface of the planet as it orbited around the planet. Over time the rocks have coalesced into 2 large distinct continents. Life grew on these continents, animals and plants spawned all over and eventually humans came too. The continents would every now and again come close enough to jump across, this period would last for half a solar year before the gap became too wide to get across and it would take another 70 solar years until the continents would meet each other again on the other side of the planet.

The two continents were distinct in that one continent was made up of mainly blonde inhabitants and the other had black hair. The continents would often be referred to as the white continent and black continents after the colour of their hair. On this world, skin colour wasn't an issue because it was so varied, from white to yellow to brown to black the inhabitants simply did not care.

In the ancient times, this event was usually called 'The crossing' and it was a joyous event, gold gifts would be sent to leaders of both continent and a world wide feast would happen simultaneously for two weeks in a row. Both peoples crossed over, they greeted each other, laughed with each other, loved each other and cried with each other.

Once 'the crossing' was over, both peoples would usually return back to their original continent with their family's and bid their new friends farewell and left. A few would immigrate, often with wanderlust but sometimes for love too. The few would eventually form a minority population on each continent and continue living peacefully. But humans are humans and peace is not eternal.

On the black continent, fertile land was limited and with an increasing population, different nations on the black continent would fight over whatever land they have. Battles after battles, each nation would sacrifice their sons and daughters, the fields would rot with their flesh and the road would be littered with bones. Great cities burned and razed to the ground. The sky turned crimson red and the screams of babies and mothers echoed the night sky, silenced by cold steel.

Eventually one nation came out on top. They called themselves the black nation. They wanted to reunite all black haired peoples into the great nation of theirs and reunite the continent once again. The monarchy of the black nation crafted the lie that the blonde minority was the source of all problems in the continent, from the lack of fertile lands to manipulating Kings into doing their bidding. It was a simple plan, once the Monarchy have killed all the blonde minority they would be seen as the heroes and that would let them take the next step, invading the white continent.

(Going sleep now 6am and got lectures in a few hours, will continue soonish, also this is my first story here so any advice is appreciated)