A decree was written and delivered throughout the land.
"Hear Ye, Hear Ye. By proclamation of his royal highness the King of Odoriferous, all males in the kingdom over the age of 14 years are hereby summoned to the service of the royal army of the land and are to report to duty at first light."
Now Gene, a retched little peasant with a severely deformed face, was to say the least, anxious about marching to the appointed destination and starting his new life. Well, at least he would have one more night with his beloved mother to comfort him.
Upon returning home she announced, "Early to bed, early to rise Gene me boy!"
His mother, a once beautiful maiden, that is until raising Gene took its toll, and who had unfortunately transformed into a mere shell of her former self, could hardly wait for the first sign of the coming dawn. She would now be rid of this life-sucking, puss-oozing, hemorrhoid of a lad that the villagers insisted in calling her son.
She reflected back to that fateful night when her hamlet had been overrun by the blood thirsty marauders from the Shire of the Stench. The leader of this band of mongrels, Sir Osis of Liver, was the one who'd taken away the purity of who would later become known as Gene's mother. In an instant, her hopes and dreams of being wed to her Prince Charming were dashed. She would instead be cast into a life of raising little Gene. . . until now that is.
When she caught word of the decree it was as if a weight, much like that of a rotting corpse, had been lifted from her shoulders. In a few short hours her little bundle of joy?? would be marching out of the door and if Ala was willing, for the last time.
She hardly slept a wink that night. Instead, she lay there praying, nigh, willing the dawn to somehow come earlier this day. The long hours of night seemed to pass painfully slow however and at one point she even went outside and tried to get the rooster to crow in hopes that her sleeping boy would rise a bit earlier. It was of no use though, she would simply have to tough out these last few hours.
Just when she had given up all hope that the sun would ever rise again, a single beam of light shown through the tree tops outside. Like a flash Gene's mom rousted him from his straw bed and guided him toward the door. "Nothing like a brisk walk to start your day honey. . . Don't let the door bump you on the way out. . . And don't worry about writing, I'll be fine." she assured him.
Still wiping the sleep from his eyes, Gene stumbled out into the dawn. As he made his way down the pathway, he noticed several mothers in tearful embraces with their sons. He quickly thought to himself, "I didn't give mom a goodbye hug. She's probably devastated!" With a tear welling up in his good eye, he turned and raced back toward the ramshackle shack they lived in. Upon reaching the door, he pushed on it, but soon realized that it had been bolted shut from inside. Pressing his ear to the door he could hear his mother inside. It sure sounded like laughter, but he knew better. "She must be sobbing uncontrollably." he thought, "Ya, that's it."
He pounded on the locked door and for a moment the noise inside calmed, and then it continued at an even louder level than before. Figuring she was too distraught to see him again, he turned and headed back down the path, ready to face his new quest.
"Funny," he thought, "That sure sounds like music and dancing coming from my house. . . naaaaaaay."
I don't have anything on the books for part two yet, but I'm sure something will come to mind in the near future.