Forget Me Not

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I was told when I was younger that life was full of pleasures, and if you fall victim to certain ones or too many, then life is just as bad as it is in Ionad. At the time I didn't think this bit of information would be of any need to me, but as my life progressed I was found to be horridly wrong. 

Ionad is the center of our beloved country, but not as loved as you might think. It's a… well a hell hole you might say. The weak, unwanted male gender lives in this area. They do the dirty work and live like sick pigs.

The entire area is covered in death-pleading smog, threatening to kill each and every inhabitant’s lungs as they pass through. Even airplanes can't escape the dark mass. I've only made one trip to an airport, but even then it was evident to me, just a young child at the time, how everything was split up. Flights for the intolerable beings of Ionad were made in large, metallic planes. They had no seats, safety expenses, nor attendance besides the mandatory pilot and passengers. 

I was told once that inside Ionad was just as bad as its looks. That the buildings only scraped to around two stories at most, in fear of having the black smog eat them away as they slept. 

When I got older and started taking academic classes and real history I learned about all the happenings of the war. Back then, and during the battles, people were like animals. They ran rabid through the streets, screaming, crying, pleading for help that they no longer deserved. 

At first I despised the poor creatures that were unlucky enough to get dumped in such a place, but then, one day at one very unlikely time, a little boy changed my mind. He clarified my vision and exposed how bad even my lovely world of Amach was. 

You'd think that the upper class had a perfect life, I sure did, but we were entirely wrong...

It all began from one woman, my foster-mother actually. Her name is Kieran Salock. She has long and gorgeous red hair, or well she used to. She aged a bit since her first presidency. The locks fall in ringlets around her bust and she also has striking emerald eyes, like any Irish ethnicity. I must say that I only know this though because of all the descriptions people have given to me about the colors on her person (as if they matter to me). 

At first you might think she is a model of sorts, being extremely too thin and frail for her age, but once everyone saw how she held herself it all changed. She was in fact the start of animalistic behavior, since she carried it through her multiple terms. 

People she disliked would be conveniently framed for horrible crimes, getting life in prison or sometimes even the death penalty as a result of her cunning plotting. 

The war began in the last year of her first of many terms. Frequently wars would up rise in surrounding countries, two being Mexico and Canada, patriots of freedom. She would contact each one of these say 'soldiers' and call them to battle into American soil. That's when everything was torn to shreds. 

When the soldiers arrived they tore through towns, collecting men and boys, giving their families large sums of money, which turned out to be useless after the war, to settle them. The disappearances were apparently due to the need for male power, to build a new building that was accordingly supposed to help the country. 

What really happened was the massacre of elderly men, and baby boys. All that were left were men of age, above 18 and below 45. Then woman were ordered to clear their homes if they lived in the inner states, 18 in all. 

The list included: Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, New Mexico, Texas, North Dakota, South Dakota, Oklahoma, Kansas, Louisiana, Arkansas, Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota, and Missouri.