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“Hear ye! Hear ye! All able bodied young men are <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">required</span></span> to report for duty to the Sheriff-General of his Supreme Majesty- King of the Land King Aok III! All young men are required to supply their own powder and shot and a rifle in good working order! Those who refuse will be dehorned in dishonor! All young males report for service immediately!”
Your name is now <span class="mu-s">Byat</span> and you very badly want to join the war. But your mom won't let you.
<span class="mu-g">“Come on ma! I'm not a baby anymore.”</span>
“No Byat, stay away from the window, please. You can't let them see you. Oh God, I knew this day would come, and for my son. You're still not fully grown but they won't believe me if I tell them you're a year too young still- we said that last year.”
<span class="mu-g">”Ugh, I can't believe this. I want a chance to shoot at some yellowhorns!”</span>
“No Son- please Son. Oh dear sweet God they're going to kill you if they go out there. Please don't go outside. The recruitment man can't see you. Son, please, I beg you.”
<span class="mu-g">”Hey ma, didn't you <span class="mu-i">tell</span> me to pick the weeds today? Maybe I'll go ask the nieghbors for that pan back- this would be a <span class="mu-i">great</span> time before you gets dark out.”</span>
“No- I can't take it- my heart...”
“Dammit Byat! Look at what you did to your mother. She's gonna faint- sit down dear- and loosen your corset. You're in big trouble young man!”
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<span class="mu-g">”Father- why won't you let me go? They'll punish me if I don't.”</span>
“We don't want you to die Son. You're our only son, and ever since your mother got sick, she can't have any more babies. The doctor man said that himself...”
<span class="mu-g">”Why does that matter?! It's my life, isn't it?”</span>
“Of course it is Son. And you're reaching the age where we can't really stop you anymore from doing what you want. But you can't go out there and leave us alone, we need you here. We're getting older, Son, and soon we will need you to help take care of us.”
<span class="mu-g">”That's <span class="mu-i">shit</span>! Why do I have to spend my whole life doing what you want like some kind of Yellowhorn slave?! That's not fair! I don't want to work on some farm for my whole life!”</span>
“Life isn't fair Son. And I'm sorry.”
<span class="mu-g">”Sorry? Sorry for what?!”</span>
