The Story of Hamtaro
Ch.1-Tour
Hey, guys I'm back after so long. Laidbackguy has been busy with schoolwork but is free for now. Though I don't consider myself a good writer, I feel like writing. When you read this story, it will seem like it is the same as my first story. But my first was a modified version of this story. If you love it or hate it or can't decide, review so I can get better. On to the story. By the way, they are humans.
It was the 18th century. The land was under control of a sadistic emperor. His name was Spat Devihamu. He was at one time an advisor to the emperor. The emperor, who everyone called Elder ham, was a benevolent ruler who had everyone's best interest at heart. However, the land was going through slight economic troubles. About half of the citizens couldn't pay the taxes and were forced to give up their land. This gave Spat the opportunity to take the throne from Emperor Elder. At first, things seemed to be all right in the land. After three years, everything changed. Spat lowered the age to join the military from 20 to 16. Money that was going towards rebuilding the land, went towards building the military. Everyone realized what their land had become, a dictatorship.
"This was too easy old man," said a man wearing an emperor outfit. He had a small spiky mustache and goatee. His pupils were as dark as the night sky. Then he pointed towards an elderly man in a gray kimono who was being guarded by two men. "First, you let taxes get out of control. Then the citizens started to distrust you. It was all perfect."
"Well keeping everyone happy is hard to do," replied Elder ham. "But everything in the land…" Elder started saying but fell asleep.
"Narcoleptic old bastard," Spat said after chuckling. "Soon, I will finally put my plan into action." Spat said as he walked towards a large window that showed the countryside. "Soon, I will wage war on the foreign lands. First, I must take it one country at a time. I think I shall start with the French." Spat laughed with joy of his plan. Unbeknownst to him, a shadowy figured was listening to his rant.
As nighttime approached, the shadowy figure ran through alleys of its homeland. As he ran, he came to a stop at a large oak tree. The figure checked its surrounding before opening a hidden door on the tree. It jumped down about ten feet before landing before a large group of shadows. Compared to the other figures, this one was about half their sizes. The figured said only a short phrase, "I have his plans." The shadowy figures all smiled big, as the white of their teeth contrasted the darkness of their figures.