The sun shines brightley over our heads as our massive van pulled into a heavily gaurded area. Gaurds line the walls, mom pulls up to verify who she is. The man she talks to is broad shouldered, with a his lips in a tightline. Sun glasses shield his eyes, but I imagine they are a peircing color. "America Singer." Mom says. The man nods. The gates swing open to reavel the councels house. Its tall and menacing. It reminds me of something a sterio type vampire would live in. There is vast area around it, but it is barren. No grass, flowers, animals. Nothing. Thats New Asia for you. Mom is here to preform the coucel, and I am here to sing. The coucel has this meeting evey month, to discuss Illea. And the attack they are planning soon. Illea. A strange country. Ruled by King Maxon, and Queen Celest. I am not sure why we always persue the poor country, and try and kill innocent people. But I never question the councel.

I hop out of the van, as mom grabs her lucky harp. Mom says daddy gave it to her, which is why she it is special to her. We advanced into the councels house. Cobwebs lined the corners of every room we passes through. Which were several, until we were led to the throan room. The throan room had polished orange floors, each tile decorated with a flower I couldn't identify. Decorating the walls were painting of America, which my mom was named after. I appreciated the country, I had only heard good things about it. And a couple feet from the doors were 5 seats. One rose above the rest but all had the same american flag. On those seats sat the coucel. They each had black robes on, with a golden cord tied around them. Each had a long silver beard that brushed the floor when they sat. The eldest, and the leader, had pale blue eyes, one eye covered in a layer of film. The others had green eyes, almost the exact same shade. We took our regulare positions in the corner of the room and started. I heard snipets of the conversation, "Maxon, kill, must stop..." everytime the words Maxon and kill were in the same sentence. Mom grew paler.

After three hours of work, the meeting came to an end. "Mom, tell me the story of you and daddy." I said, bright eyed. "You never get sick of this one do you," She asked, I nodded," Okay, once upon a time there was a girl named America. She was picked to go into a compitition to win the princes heart. America made it into the top two, but the king didn't aprove of her. She isn't princess material, so they sent her away. Little did she know, she had a beautiful baby on the way. You!" She pinched my cheek, her sad face fading into happyness. "Mom, who is my daddy?" She stopped, her face played many emotions and finally settled on one. Grimness. "His name is Maxon. King Maxon." Before I could open my mouth she had already retreated to her room.

My dad was King Maxon.