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If the sun had waged war upon the speckled grounds of Betsy Town on that hot day in mid July, Xavior was certain it would have won. But like the men battling in a war they weren't sure they could win, the sun was held at bay beyond a sky so blue he could have lost himself in it. Not a cloud gave comfort to any of the sparce trees that dotted the pink and purple town, leaving each plant to sway sideways in a plea to the Heavens for just one merciful moment of covering, before they must face the stifling clothing of the sun.
Xavior too wished for cover, as the uniform he had been wearing now stuck to his body and dripped with sweat. Twice today, his double-edged sword had somehow slipped its scabbard and nicked into him. Three times, his slippery hands had lost grips upon the steel axe he carried, nearly dropping the weapon upon his toes. He had yet to count how often he had dripped his water skins down the back of his shirt to attempt relieving some of the pains his new sunburns were giving him. And all the while, he wondered what it all meant.
None of his platoon had asked to be volunteered into a war they didn't believe in. None of them had wanted to fight a group of ringlings they knew could not stand up to them. Xavior had accumulated many scars from battles he couldn't even count, and in all of them, the opponent had been equally matched to his platoon. This war was pathetic, and would leave no glory in its wake. Its reasoning devostated many of the men on Xavior's side of the line already, as they tried not to hit the would be army against them. To kill a person who never stood a chance in the first place was against the morals of all the men lined for battle beside him.
Betsy town, prominently dominated by squat, old-looking women with wicked brains, clothing barily there and an insatiable need for sex, was about the most depraved town Xavior had ever seen in his life. THe women who outnumbered, and seemed to outrank anyone else, Betsies, were like children in their way. They loved dolls, scrunchies and shoes above anything else. Most of them carried tiny dogs in tiny purses, and named them Fifi, Pooky and Princess. They dominated their lives with men they took to their beds, or arranged for their oh so young daughters to bed. Marriage was the ultimate goal in every Betsy's mind, followed by cheating with one's slaves and the hired men of other family members. And for most of his life, Xavior had been able to avoid them, and their following men.
Things had changed now, bringing about the war that had spread through Betsy Town and it's surrounding areas like wild fire upon brisk breezes. The Betsies had decided their race was becoming a minority beside the darker, lesser variety. ANd it was decided within a meeting of white, squat ladies with purses full of yappers, that action must be taken imediately. It was time for the Betsies to overcome their minor enemies, and to rule the world as they believed they deserved. They would call for a new order that must be followed, with consequences of death following all who opposed it.
THe Betsification Proclamation would take place for the next five years, bringing with it a boom of new and fresh Betsies to cultivate into the perfect depraved individual. Children as young as eleven were to imregnate themselves with as many babies as they could have over the next years of their lives. Men were expected to remove their clothes and perform on command or be raped by sex-hungry women and children. In the Betsification proclamation, no man was left untouched, no innocence left to the youth, and no untouched individual would there be. The Betsies meant business now.
This was why the Betsies had to be stopped. A town beside them where the men were usually brought up, had finally done themselves in with attempts to discuss the situation. Many of the weaker men had joined ranks with these monstrous women, and would have blood from any individual who dared defy the white Betsies they served. And in an attempt to discourage the completion of such viole acts, Xavior's army had been called from the outer regions to fight against these would be soldiers. Their mission was not to murder, but rather to frighten them with their numbers, while attempting to sway them if swaying could be done. If not, they were warned to act immediately. The Betsies hda to be stopped, while innnocent children and untouched men and women still roamed those parts.
And so it was that Xavior had been shipped with the 247th platoon from his hometown in Montball Warringfair to this far off distance. In coming, he had left behind his five-year-old son Austin, now in the care of a young woman who called herself Austin's governess. His aged mother had been placed into a home where others would care for her now, though he had always swore to her he would keep her at home. But when the army calls, no man refuses.
This is well written. I want more! I will be one of your avid readers! Please do not make me and the dolls wait too long.
Ah the great war! What a great place for this book to start! I reallly like what you've done with the betsies, but you might want to go more into them. Describe those freaky dolls with their huge breasts and tiny silk nightgowns. Good luck.
I like it myself.
Nice work and I'll be waiting to hear more as well.
Hey all!
Thanks for your posts! Awesome, I'm glad you all liked it. Can't wait to see what you'll do with this next blurb of the novel. I guess you could say, this novel is one of me passions.