Part 1
A long time ago, I wrote my first TL, an Ameri-wank of incredible proportions. However, I lost my sense of direction for the story to take, particularly when I started expanding outwards to the rest of the world. So, I started again. While it went very well, I still lost my sense of direction late in the story. So, here we go again. New name, new start. Now, here is my prologue.
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May 1, 1845
The sun rose high overhead on the grasslands that seemly stretched on forever. Yet deep in the grasslands next to a small boulder sat a young boy. Barely under six years old, his knew nothing of the outside world except for his own farmhouse. Looking up at the sky, the boy spun around, before having to brush his red hair out of his face. He hopped up and ran back towards his home. Stretching on for miles, there was no limit to where the boy could run; provided he knew where he was going, of course. It would not do to run into a band of the local Bannocks... there was no guarantee that they would bring him home alive, or even at all.
It was around 10 minutes before the boy reached his home. "Joshua!" the boy heard a voice call out to him. He spun and saw his grandfather. A man barely past his prime, he had dark brown hair that was starting to grey a bit.
"Come here, boy." his grandfather called before leading him inside. Inside, at the table, there sat a man with a hat and a long cloak around his body. As soon as they entered the man stood and looked at the boy. After looking at him for a few seconds, the man circled around him a few times.
"The boy is quite my likeness." the man said, coming to a stop and taking off his hat, revealing a head full of red hair. His emerald eyes staring deep into Joshua's grey.
"Grandfather, who is he?" Joshua asked.
"Boy, that man is Patrick Mackenzie. Your father." his grandfather replied. Joshua looked up at the man again. The man had the same concentrated look on his face as before, then he smiled and patted the boy on the head.
"By all I can tell he is more than worthy to carry my own name. I will ride take the records back to Washington with me when I ride."
"How long must the boy stay here? Our son is a bit younger than him, and we won't have enough food for the whole household for longer than a few years." his grandfather said.
"I will return as soon as I am able. I do live in the east after all, this is very far out of my way. Frontier life isn't entirely my thing. It would take quite a lot for me to venture this far out west on my own." the man said, picking up his things and walking to the entrance of the home.
"I thank you for watching over the boy. Give his mother my regards when you see her." Patrick said, before walking out.
In 1847 the United States annexed Liberia, their pseudo-colony in West Africa, but left it under the governance of the Colonial Society. A year later, they went to war with Mexico over the border of Texas and annexed half of Mexico. And thus the nation's official rise to power began.
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The story begins in the United States, but will expand out once I get the first update properly written. Leave you comments, questions, and other things here, and vote in my poll here!
Note, the textbook sections are being told by a secondary school history teacher while the narrative chapters are being told from third person point of views. Enjoy!
I'll finish the story this time guys, I swear! Third times the charm, they say.
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May 1, 1845
The sun rose high overhead on the grasslands that seemly stretched on forever. Yet deep in the grasslands next to a small boulder sat a young boy. Barely under six years old, his knew nothing of the outside world except for his own farmhouse. Looking up at the sky, the boy spun around, before having to brush his red hair out of his face. He hopped up and ran back towards his home. Stretching on for miles, there was no limit to where the boy could run; provided he knew where he was going, of course. It would not do to run into a band of the local Bannocks... there was no guarantee that they would bring him home alive, or even at all.
It was around 10 minutes before the boy reached his home. "Joshua!" the boy heard a voice call out to him. He spun and saw his grandfather. A man barely past his prime, he had dark brown hair that was starting to grey a bit.
"Come here, boy." his grandfather called before leading him inside. Inside, at the table, there sat a man with a hat and a long cloak around his body. As soon as they entered the man stood and looked at the boy. After looking at him for a few seconds, the man circled around him a few times.
"The boy is quite my likeness." the man said, coming to a stop and taking off his hat, revealing a head full of red hair. His emerald eyes staring deep into Joshua's grey.
"Grandfather, who is he?" Joshua asked.
"Boy, that man is Patrick Mackenzie. Your father." his grandfather replied. Joshua looked up at the man again. The man had the same concentrated look on his face as before, then he smiled and patted the boy on the head.
"By all I can tell he is more than worthy to carry my own name. I will ride take the records back to Washington with me when I ride."
"How long must the boy stay here? Our son is a bit younger than him, and we won't have enough food for the whole household for longer than a few years." his grandfather said.
"I will return as soon as I am able. I do live in the east after all, this is very far out of my way. Frontier life isn't entirely my thing. It would take quite a lot for me to venture this far out west on my own." the man said, picking up his things and walking to the entrance of the home.
"I thank you for watching over the boy. Give his mother my regards when you see her." Patrick said, before walking out.
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In 1847 the United States annexed Liberia, their pseudo-colony in West Africa, but left it under the governance of the Colonial Society. A year later, they went to war with Mexico over the border of Texas and annexed half of Mexico. And thus the nation's official rise to power began.
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The story begins in the United States, but will expand out once I get the first update properly written. Leave you comments, questions, and other things here, and vote in my poll here!
Note, the textbook sections are being told by a secondary school history teacher while the narrative chapters are being told from third person point of views. Enjoy!
I'll finish the story this time guys, I swear! Third times the charm, they say.
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