The men of Kelrock live completely separated from women. In the aftermath of a world war, the women have taken control and cast the men out the capital city, now known as Fort Ellahos. They selectively allow men into the fortress for the purposes of...
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"He's going to be so mad," Emden pointed out as they quietly moved down the hallway towards the bedroom door at the far end.
Jove rolled his eyes. Emden was always so worried about consequences. He was always the sensible one. Jove wished his partner in crime would lighten up and enjoy the moment otherwise this wasn't going to be nearly as fun and hilarious as they were all expecting it to be.
The three men had meticulously planned out the attack. Jove, Emden and Dill had stayed up all night planning and preparing for the assault on the birthday boy, Thad. Thad was their good friend, the oldest of their group and the one they always looked to as their leader. But while he slept soundly in bed, Thad had turned twenty, and his friends had planned for him a birthday surprise.
They had all grown up in the monastery together. Ever since they were taken in by Father Gordon, the man charged with the care and tutorage of all the boys cast out from the Fortress of Ellahos after birth, and sent to this far corner of the nation to be raised.
Father Gordon had told them that they had all arrived together, bundled into one crate, with only a few blankets for comfort. Shipped off like animals from their mothers, who didn't want them, for no reason other than their gender.
Their crate had come with their papers; forms which gave Father Gordon information on each child, their name, date of birth, any health issues, and the identification number. Father Gordon had to tattoo their identification number and date of birth onto their right shoulder blades. Jove had been told that the identification number was how the women of Fort Ellahos could later identify who had mothered any particular man should they ever find themselves back inside the fortresses walls.
The men were all born within a few weeks of each other, with Dill being the youngest. He would not turn twenty for another 21 days.
They neared the door to Thad's room and paused, listening for any sound. All seemed quiet. Jove looked back at the other two and winked.
The plan was simple. Just a practical joke really. When a man turned twenty he was no longer protected by the Rule of Age. The Rule of Age protected all men under the age of twenty from any sexual advances by men who were over the age limit. This rule had existed for as long as men had lived separated from women, a taboo that was enforced strictly amongst the fully male population and punishable by death. Although it doesn't stop them from staring, Jove thought absently to himself.
