PROLOGUE
I hate this my last sibling true sibling is gone now. I hate all the wars my idiot "brother" gets into always trying to be the hero. I lost my mother to England when he colonized our land. I only represented a tribe back then. I had already seen many tribes rise and fall. Yet mine and my brothers and sister that became colonies had survived. But now I was the last colony from the revolutionary war. I survived when the tore me in half to prevent the civil war yet it appended any way. I lost most of my southern brothers in the that war. I thought that the killing and death of my siblings would stop then but I was so soo wrong. I should have been a better sister. So many fell when the great depression hit many just gave up. I was the only one there for them as they fell even if I hated the I was still there sister and the didn't disserve to die alone. I miss them so much Little Lucy is all that I have now and even she is laying dying in my arms all because of Japan. We weren't even part of this war but not many even care about us states and territories only capitals are even remembered the rest of us are left to rot. Very few of use remain now I remember a time where we out numbered the countries. Now only a handful are left. I am helpless as I watch my sister take her last breath and finale pass on. I closer her sea blue eyes and lay her on the bed placing the blanket over her. I turn and walk away as Canada watches no longer caring about anything but ending this stupid war. My first stop is Russia. Time to Piss off my baby brother by doing what he is to weak to do. It is time to call in my war dogs. A group of elite supernaturals that live all around the U.S. I found out years ago that I represented them here. Each county used to have a personification who represented that counties supernaturals. not many do any more.