Chapter One
VictortheMonarch
Victor the Crusader
It had been Eleven years and twenty days, and I still could not get over my boredom. Their was no television, hell, you can't read fiction because most of them are utter trash heaps, Playing outside was un-dignitary, and playing a prank? better to not go near that. Music was a bore, with really only Piano and Orchestra being the main pick ups. It was a harsh life, and coming to the point where It's not dreadfully obvious I'm different than the other kids here was hard, I don't think that if I was suddenly born smart that they would kill me... well, probably kill me accidentally, I can see them calling an exorcist. Besides that my daily life here was simply, wake up, bath, eat, study, exercise sleep and repeat.
Ahh, you don't know who I am? Well, my name is Haakon. Crown Prince Haakon Akershus François Bernadotte, Second son of King Charles Ludvig Eugen Bernadotte. Originally I was a simply prince, a second son, the younger twin of the Crown Prince. Sadly that was not to be as my elder brother died of Pneumonia as a child. It was saddening, we both enjoyed playing with this toy soldier... I still have it on my desk. I and my dearly departed brother were born on December 14th, 1852, it was a chilly afternoon, my father would always say. I was born a Prince of Sweden, I would have anything I would ever want! unless that was the one thing I couldn't have, my past. For you see, I was no ordinary baby. I was once an American named Henry Gerald. I lived in the south, and growing up I always found Democracy distasteful. what was stopping an elected official from using the position for his own gain? Africa, a continent mostly covered in democracies was the poorest place on earth. Why? People would grab up as much as possible and give it to their tribe, oppress the other tribes, and all around screw things over until a civil war occurred.
I found myself turning away from the practices taught and enforced in school, instead I rallied behind The Monarchist Movement, a philosophy based around the establishment of a Monarchy. The people were easy going, not seeking power for themselves, only the benefit of the people! And that is where everything went wrong. We had decided to hold a march, a protest. We were going to protest until people took notice of us, and boy did they take notice of us. we held our signs, didn't block traffic, and followed every law we could, and what did that get us? People came to Washington for it, but not for our side, no... they had far more sinister dealings. Rocks were thrown, eventually one of the communist threw a Molotov at a large crowd of Monarchist, and that lit the fuse. Many threw down their signs, intent on chasing them away, but what we hadn't suspected was for the police to show up.
The Administration under the former president wouldn't had done what it had done to us. Live Ammo was used, half the crowd was gunned down, and the rest arrested. I was one of the unlucky few. The things the media said about the movement, the lies... The Communist were painted as heroes, and we the evil enemy. I had killed two protestors while defending my good friend Dillan, helping him escape, and through that, I was given the death penalty. Last news I got through on a news paper was that many of the Monarchist simply fled, plenty of which joined the 'imperial militia', and had sailed to Havana, where the siege was apparently being led by my old friend. I chose Lethal Injection, and two years after my arrest, I died.
I expected to not breath again, imagine my surprise waking up a sprawling and bawling mess. Yeah, fair to say that I'm surprised I'm even still alive, Victorian era medical practices were shit to say the least. My brother is clear proof of which.
As I was saying, I had to lay low if I wanted to live, not be too smart, but just enough, and it worked. While father thought I was just an average boy, I had already begun a espionage agency. I started at nine years old, a few homeless people were used to start it. It was hard at first, but it slowly got better with time. The best part is none of them have met me, only communicating through letters addressing me as 'kaliburn'. I started with criminal organizations, but slowly I've built up to the point that I have a öra in all of Sweden-Norway. I've even gotten some spies into the Danish, Russian and English militaries. Though they were caught quite easily, they never spoke, they took their pills.
Today, January 3rd, 1865, I was unveiling something I believed wonderful, fanatically so. No longer would my legs chafe on horse back! No longer would I have to spend hours travelling a few miles! I had finally finished an Internal Combustion Engine a month ago, and with that I had the chance to build a car! I had chosen to base the engine off of the one I knew best, so it was a decent enough version of a 6.4L Hemi V8 to not be a bastardised version, but it was most certainly cutting corners. As for the Car, I had two of them already built. The first one was made for luxury, looking like a 1940 Horch 853A Sportroadster. It was a beauty, and with the leather and the air conditioner, it was a proper vehicle. though the AC needed water and ice to work, and had to be refilled by hand, it was pleasant enough. It worked fine, and although the tires, which were made of wood. needed to be replaced often, but cheap. Rubber was much to hard to get right as of late. forget turning it into tires, I'll have to sponsor the venture in the future. The 'Löpare' cost 5000 riksdaler.
The next vehicle was designed after a Volkswagen Beatle, and was as safe as could be. hell it even had a full on roll cage! I'd say the only danger is being getting hit by a train. It had a top speed of 80 miles per hour, 69 if you pack all five seats. It was a fine vehicle, even if it didn't have the leather seats, it was the safest option. I mean, how can you hate a car with a sun roof? the 'Barnvagnar' cost 1000 riksdaler, but for families below the poverty line, a deal of 50 riksdaler a month can be made, zero interest attached! And through all of this, my name won't be behind any of this! I have the son of a former butler of mine running the show, it would look as if I was simply sponsoring the vehicle, telling the rich and wealthy what a oh so wonderful alternative this is! I've even got plans for a few military vehicles, but that would need to wait until a few of my other 'get rich quick' schemes come to fruition.
time was of the essence, and the bells were tolling, show time had come.
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Sorry about the ending seeming rushed. im tired and have work tomorrow. see you in the morning. or not, im too tired to care.
Ahh, you don't know who I am? Well, my name is Haakon. Crown Prince Haakon Akershus François Bernadotte, Second son of King Charles Ludvig Eugen Bernadotte. Originally I was a simply prince, a second son, the younger twin of the Crown Prince. Sadly that was not to be as my elder brother died of Pneumonia as a child. It was saddening, we both enjoyed playing with this toy soldier... I still have it on my desk. I and my dearly departed brother were born on December 14th, 1852, it was a chilly afternoon, my father would always say. I was born a Prince of Sweden, I would have anything I would ever want! unless that was the one thing I couldn't have, my past. For you see, I was no ordinary baby. I was once an American named Henry Gerald. I lived in the south, and growing up I always found Democracy distasteful. what was stopping an elected official from using the position for his own gain? Africa, a continent mostly covered in democracies was the poorest place on earth. Why? People would grab up as much as possible and give it to their tribe, oppress the other tribes, and all around screw things over until a civil war occurred.
I found myself turning away from the practices taught and enforced in school, instead I rallied behind The Monarchist Movement, a philosophy based around the establishment of a Monarchy. The people were easy going, not seeking power for themselves, only the benefit of the people! And that is where everything went wrong. We had decided to hold a march, a protest. We were going to protest until people took notice of us, and boy did they take notice of us. we held our signs, didn't block traffic, and followed every law we could, and what did that get us? People came to Washington for it, but not for our side, no... they had far more sinister dealings. Rocks were thrown, eventually one of the communist threw a Molotov at a large crowd of Monarchist, and that lit the fuse. Many threw down their signs, intent on chasing them away, but what we hadn't suspected was for the police to show up.
The Administration under the former president wouldn't had done what it had done to us. Live Ammo was used, half the crowd was gunned down, and the rest arrested. I was one of the unlucky few. The things the media said about the movement, the lies... The Communist were painted as heroes, and we the evil enemy. I had killed two protestors while defending my good friend Dillan, helping him escape, and through that, I was given the death penalty. Last news I got through on a news paper was that many of the Monarchist simply fled, plenty of which joined the 'imperial militia', and had sailed to Havana, where the siege was apparently being led by my old friend. I chose Lethal Injection, and two years after my arrest, I died.
I expected to not breath again, imagine my surprise waking up a sprawling and bawling mess. Yeah, fair to say that I'm surprised I'm even still alive, Victorian era medical practices were shit to say the least. My brother is clear proof of which.
As I was saying, I had to lay low if I wanted to live, not be too smart, but just enough, and it worked. While father thought I was just an average boy, I had already begun a espionage agency. I started at nine years old, a few homeless people were used to start it. It was hard at first, but it slowly got better with time. The best part is none of them have met me, only communicating through letters addressing me as 'kaliburn'. I started with criminal organizations, but slowly I've built up to the point that I have a öra in all of Sweden-Norway. I've even gotten some spies into the Danish, Russian and English militaries. Though they were caught quite easily, they never spoke, they took their pills.
Today, January 3rd, 1865, I was unveiling something I believed wonderful, fanatically so. No longer would my legs chafe on horse back! No longer would I have to spend hours travelling a few miles! I had finally finished an Internal Combustion Engine a month ago, and with that I had the chance to build a car! I had chosen to base the engine off of the one I knew best, so it was a decent enough version of a 6.4L Hemi V8 to not be a bastardised version, but it was most certainly cutting corners. As for the Car, I had two of them already built. The first one was made for luxury, looking like a 1940 Horch 853A Sportroadster. It was a beauty, and with the leather and the air conditioner, it was a proper vehicle. though the AC needed water and ice to work, and had to be refilled by hand, it was pleasant enough. It worked fine, and although the tires, which were made of wood. needed to be replaced often, but cheap. Rubber was much to hard to get right as of late. forget turning it into tires, I'll have to sponsor the venture in the future. The 'Löpare' cost 5000 riksdaler.
The next vehicle was designed after a Volkswagen Beatle, and was as safe as could be. hell it even had a full on roll cage! I'd say the only danger is being getting hit by a train. It had a top speed of 80 miles per hour, 69 if you pack all five seats. It was a fine vehicle, even if it didn't have the leather seats, it was the safest option. I mean, how can you hate a car with a sun roof? the 'Barnvagnar' cost 1000 riksdaler, but for families below the poverty line, a deal of 50 riksdaler a month can be made, zero interest attached! And through all of this, my name won't be behind any of this! I have the son of a former butler of mine running the show, it would look as if I was simply sponsoring the vehicle, telling the rich and wealthy what a oh so wonderful alternative this is! I've even got plans for a few military vehicles, but that would need to wait until a few of my other 'get rich quick' schemes come to fruition.
time was of the essence, and the bells were tolling, show time had come.
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Sorry about the ending seeming rushed. im tired and have work tomorrow. see you in the morning. or not, im too tired to care.
