Land Of Linclon

by Joker of Clover

Illinois hasn't always been under America roof. In fact he's been with almost every country in the FACE Family, each bringing a challenge he must overcome. From being conquered by England to a Civil War to the Nuclear Age Illinois has made it. But what about now? This is the story of a state's rising. I suck at summaries. Story (might) be better then this summary. Accepting OCs!

1. Chapter 1

Prolog: Meeting

I remember walking, dazed unfocused and unaware. Everything was blurry. I couldn't tell a tree from a person nor a hole from land. Luckily there wasn't any other person along this land nor any holes. My head was breaking-well felt like it anyways. My throat was drier than the sun, and I was tried.

Growl!

Not to mention starving.

I think I fell umm many times, mostly over nothing at all. The air, that's something. The good thing was the land soil was soft, trees were good and tall, the grass sharp yet soft. The sky was grey; the clouds were hanging lazily blocking the sun.

It didn't take long until I had came to my knees, breathing harder then before, my stomach growling loudly and my head ready to burst open. Despite my throat I screamed, I yelled I pounded the ground, I cried.

In my fit I was unaware of my surroundings, so when a voice that wasn't my own broke between the air I went stiff, all muscles at bay.

"Qui êtes-vous?" the voice repeated. I hesitated before looking upwards, my eyes wide. I still couldn't see but could tell the person had blonde something and wearing some blue. I didn't understand the words. When I spoke it sounded not like that

Yet this sounded more familiar.

"Who are you?" the voice said again this time couching down to look at me. I bet I looked pitiful.

"Illinois….. I think." I said stuttering. Using my aching arms I pushed myself from the ground. As I stood as did the new thing.

"Vhy are you alone? Where are your parents? Are you apart of the tribes?" he asked. I notice something behind I wasn't sure what it was but it was long and brown. My mind whirled so I placed a hand on my head.

"I-I don't know what those things are." I replied. I must admit I was excited! Someone to talk with, someone to keep me company! But…. He could be here to hurt me, or even take something…. I need to run…

But I couldn't my legs weren't allowing it.

The man stroked something on his face for a while before bending down to my height (which wasn't tall) and said in almost a whisper "You'll be one of my children oui?"

That's how I found myself apart of the French country.

SUP?! I'm SWA AKA silver wind alchemist! This is my third story on here net. And if you're reading the other ones those will be updated sometime next week! Thanks for reading! Please review so I know his isn't a piece of England's cooking! Thanks!

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