Genesis of the New World, Chapter 1

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~Year 2092, December 21st, Polish Territory (Western United States of America)~4

After the Fall of the Australian Empire in the Northern Territories that used to be American homeland, The Polish Military took over the battlegrounds for their own, on account that they had more supplies for their troops. Though Poland was not a communist country, they were still a threat to the Rebellion lead by Julian Aleksy the anarchy of the new Empire. After World War 3 in 2028, Poland was desperate and went to the Axis in hopes that they would gain more power. Indeed the Axis won the war, Poland became very powerful under the father of Julian Aleksy, Jan Aleksy. Which would lead to a powerful nation.5

    'Sire, An Intelligence officer has come back to report information.' The guard told the Polish leader, Julian as he stood saluting for minutes as Julian thought for a while, almost as if he were talking to him self.6

    'At ease guardsman, and let him in' Julian Aleksy said. He was once a painter but was forced into his father's footsteps after his wife and only daughter were tortured for not telling Jan Aleksy's whereabouts. Once a warm hearted man gone raw. Dead, Almost as if Julian didn't even exist anymore, it seems that his father rules everything he does from the grave. A schizophrenic if you will.7

    The Intelligence officer came up heart beating, shocked with eyes wide open. As if death it's self came to greet him. 'S-Sire...' He finally spit out. 'The Reb-bellion caught us behind enemy l-lines and killed the other two officers, I-I managed to escape with the words stuck in my mind that I o-overheard... ~Black Valley is ours~' He started to breathe normally, he slowed his pace. 'I heard the commander of the rebellion saying. Nicodemus found the papers of when the attack was scheduled... But he, didn't make it...'8

    Julian gave him a stare, glancing over the intelligence officer over and over silently. From head to toe and back, then he gave the order for him to be killed.9

'You're a double spy, The intelligence officers aren't scheduled for the Rebellion base for 2 weeks; Guards, have fun with this maggot'10

    The guards took him away to a room which was sealed sound tight. Although you could still hear the faint scream of the spy, pleading for help, for God. God didn't exist in this world though. God abandoned what was left of the world a long time ago, left in the dust, for dead. The gods who lived in this desolate world where the rulers them selves. Filled with money, power, and greed. They lost sense ever since Moses opened the Red Sea.11

    The leader of the Polish Empire, Julian thought to himself. They wanted to send us a message; Black Valley. Black Valley isn't even our territory, that belongs to Southern Canada. What if it is a trap? A set up so we can fight Southern Canada while the Rebellion get the left overs and gain control over a powerful area. Then again, Our soldiers are pushing back Southern Canada on the Western front, So Canada will focus their fire power on the Western Front while we move in to Black Valley and fight the Rebellion and flank Canada within a matter of months. Julian thought all day, little food, 20 minutes of sleep. He modeled himself after the great leader, Napoleon. Which was truly a great leader.12

    Julian stood on a large pedestal in front of thousands maybe millions of soldiers in age ranging from 14-50. All in which were brain washed to hate the rebellion and the whole Allied side of the war. Living in the Hundred Year World War as it was called, was not the best place to live in. A place where reading and learning were only in prisons because that was the only thing you could do, learn. A place where diseases roamed freely killing young and elder. A place where violence was the main course on the plate of destruction. Standing tall, Julian spoke out to the Far Eastern Polish Empire;13

'My fellow Polish Followers, Information tells us that the Rebellion might be attacking Black Valley, We know that this is Canadian Territory, but we are positive that the Canadians are focused on the Western front. While the Canadians hold ground at the Western Front, How about we take out those damn Rebellions? Eh!?!?'14

    The words rang through each of the soldier's ears, and with that ring, in return were loud embraces. They cheered for Julian, then for the downfall of the Rebellion. Julian was a great speaker, it puzzled his father how Julian was such a great speaker yet he claimed his passion was being silent, sitting in a chair, moving a stick up and down on paper.15

'Today, we celebrate! Tomorrow, we rest! Sunday, Black Valley!' The sound of Julian echoed throughout the stadium followed after monstrous cheering. Black Valley was going to be a large tomb within a week, Death would fill the valley along with grief.16

If you enjoyed this, you will love chapter 1 to my new action story, Genesis of the New World.17

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