Where colors came from
Once there was a kingdom made entirely of black and white. It was ruled over with brutal efficiency by a king who commanded order. All things were stoic and unchanging. Every home looked the same as the next. Every family was indistinguishable from the next. Some rebellions were attempted, but none succeeded.
One day, a small group of citizens from the kingdom managed to sneak out of a major city. The guard routes were followed to the dot, and they managed to find an opening. The citizens fled as far as they could from the city.
As they got farther from the kingdom, they found beautiful groves in countless colors they had never seen. They were in pure awe, and decided to create a new home for themselves in this place. They wanted to have a place of pure freedom, where rules would not keep them down. The ones who fled now called themselves the Colorful Ones.
The Colorful One's society was plentiful, and grew for many, many, many generations. It was polar opposite to the Kingdom of Black and White. It was ruled by no one, and breathed freedom. All things were random and in constant flux. No two homes were alike. No family looked much like another. Most importantly, it was colorful.
For many generations, the two civilizations grew in their own ways. The Kingdom of Black and White went through more kings, all of which kept order alive. The Colorful Ones let their lands grow free and wild.
But over time, things had changed for the Colorful Ones. At first, the freedom was a boon, and the people all helped one another survive. But as time went on, some became more desperate. Not all lands grew equally, some were unable to find food, and some chose to hoard what they had. No organized force existed to aid those in need, or protect the weak. Some risked their lives to help, but still chaos ensued for the Colorful Ones.
One of the Colorful Ones managed to stand above the rest and convince them to band together to steal land and resources from the Kingdom of Black and White. The Colorful Ones became split; a large force joined with the One Who Declared War, while many remained behind, hoping life would go back to how it was.
The One Who Declared War marched on to the Kingdom of Black and White with his army. A brutal war was fought. The Kingdom of Black and White was caught off-guard by the Colorful One's guerrilla tactics, but the Kingdom's armies were expertly organized, and never fled at any signs of trouble or defeat.
Both sides were decimated by the war. The Kingdom feared more of the Colorful Ones coming to take the city while it is weakened. The Colorful Ones were afraid that the Kingdom would send troops to claim their lands in the name of the Kingdom.
The Kingdom of Black and White and the Colorful Ones agreed to sign a treaty to end the conflict, and agreed to merge together as a larger power, so long as both sides had a say in their new future. Days went by as they argued and disputed, but both sides eventually came to an agreement.
The Kingdom would not rule every aspect of people's lives: People would be free to live and act as they saw fit. However, they would all follow certain laws and orders to maintain a peace, and those that didn't would be punished.
And so the world was free to experience colors, but they would most often appear organized and solid. People could largely do as they please, but could be in trouble for going against laws. And though those that society is long, long gone, it's ideals still remain with us to this day.