Death, although violent, can be serene. Calm. Orderly. Everyone is stationed to make sure nothing goes without a hitch. That is until we learned about the others who do the same as we do in different factions. A learning ordinance. Love had risen its ugly head. The disease of jealousy was not far behind. Death had caused a war and a blessing. A blessing that had to be kept a secret away from those who would want to corrupt it. However, someone found out. The worst of all to find out. Forcing the deepest pit of death to reach out towards the highest point of light. Nobody was the same after the civil war. We remained aware but we never intermingled ever again.