The Beginning of The End

PG-13 WARNING

CHAPTER 1:

The room was dark and gloomy, and barely lit by the small flickering of a robug. A small figure sat on his bed, reading, when all of the sudden, a larger figure stormed into the room, smashing the door against the wall.

"DENNIS!" The figure roared, "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU, YOU NEED TO PRACTICE YOUR TRAINING NOT READING THIS STUPID FANTASY BOOKS!" With that, the figure grabbed the book out of Dennis' hand, and flung it across the room. "YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO ARNARCHIA, SON."

Dennis whimpered,"Reading is one of the best things in the world, dad. A wise man named Socrates once sai-"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT SOMEONE FROM 5,000 YEARS AGO SAID. YOU ARE THE NEXT IN LINE FOR THE RULE OF ANARCHIA, YET YOU ARE SITTING HERE, READING." The man stormed out of the room, leaving the boy in silence.

"ONE LAST THING," the man roared as he walked out the door,"ONE MORE INFRACTION, AND YOU'LL BE......ELIMINATED FROM THE GENERAL POPULATION."

That last note frightened Dennis. Surely his own father, leader of Anarchia, wouldn't dare send his own son to execution, would he? His father had a raging temper, but....that would be too far. All his life, Dennis had broken the basic rules of Anarchia. Reading was one of the most horrid things you could do in Anarachia, with drawing second worst. Yet Dennis did them both, secretly of course, but 4 tmes he had been caught. Unfortunatey, the maximum amount of errors someone could do before they were "eliminated" was 5.

The leader of Anarchia sat on his throne, thinking about his son. There was no room for error in the family liniage, and if his son survived, he would be ridiculed. Jeeves, his butler, walked hastiliy up to the throne. "Yes, your majesty?" Jeeves asked, innocently.

"Prepare the jury, I'm going to try to send my son to be executed."

"But SIR! If you do that, there will be no heirs for the throne!"

"No heirs is better than impure heirs."