In Huck's Hands

Bonus Chapter!!: SANDY ANTHOLOGY Part 1!

"Horse DUNG!" I could not help but scoff at the pure absurdity of today's recent newspaper--King Harnold Amadeus Vasca: DEAD FROM SYPHILIS. My time as his advisor would surely be over like his warty little life! Damn the Doutros' scales, I was only six months from retiring my weary bones and now I must try my best to scrounge together another job at the retched palace...

The young Vasca was not anything like his father, he spent almost all his time that should have been spent on the Buritian people who actually enjoy...No, tolerate his people's hold on our once desolate nation. Damn it all! When I was a boy there was no such thing as government...My elder father was the most profitable merchant the sands have ever seen--Our wealth was as vast as the sands itself until those greedy light-skinned foreigners came and took everything my family worked for.

It is not fair! I worked for that idiot sycophant even after the many scandals of his 'lost vassals'; I watched silently while dozens of illegitimate children of Harlnold were taken to the sweltering dungeons of the Palace to never be heard from again...What makes the Vascarian Old Guard so sure that he will not just be a carbon copy of his Father?!

"Dear, your meat will get cold."

"You speak of food when we are going to be wandering the dunes like SKIMMERS if I do not wiggle myself to the carcass of what should be a grand era of prosperity!"

"I did not mean to--"

"To what? Spend our trillings on whatever catches your eye or another useless dress for our daughter to not find a mate in?"

"I--"

"Do not bother me any longer...Go tend to the boy, I hear him crying again."

Useless woman, I am lucky to have fathered our son before she cursed our family with another womb. Maybe there was hope though...The new king had his own son who was close to her age, the idea of making my ancestors proud by becoming the most powerful man in Buriti who was not a Vascan...Tantalizing!

There wouldn't be much time, I have to prepare myself to face the Svetlan delegation's icey grasp on his mind which is clear to anyone watching the sale of oil rising while the tribes of the Basklands 'mysteriously' have been found slaughtered like loose lamblings. That rotten Vadim Sankov...THE WHITE DEVIL!

I must quickly make my move...Any more of those bastards flood into the sands for a warm spot to spend their frozen winters and I will start strangling the life from them as they pass the border myself.

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"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! I hate this house, my dick-breath 'BIG BRO' just up N'left...Mom is a wreck, Dad hasn't been the same since that white guy took his stupid job at the palace, and Anda is bothering me to walk her to school...--Oh, and that, FUCK SCHOOL! What the hell am I reading history books about Vascaria for?!

Somehow we dark little rats (YEAH THE BOOKS STILL HAVE RACIST SHIT IN THEM) are too dumb to have a history before the Royals arrived but smart enough to force us to learn things that I don't even think happened!

At least Lo'Ref left this dumb recorder...Atlantia has much cooler stuff than we do...I should move there when I get older."

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"So, I guess I'm not any better than Lo...None of the boarding schools took my letters. Yup, I am finished. Dad is gonna have a second stroke after this one, dudes been acting like a ghost for what...years now?"