Before it all began, I was a feared warrior amongst my kind, until the day came when a war took my love from me. I vowed that day, I would never spill blood again.

I took my children, and moved away, to safer place where I could mourn my loss, and raise my children to be good, wholesom people.

I once again found the light in the darkness of space, it was a man that showed me the how to make my killing hands become more than just tools of death, he showed me a way of living with out harming, a way of grieving with out showing it. He taught me to believe in my self once again.

Do not mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance or my kindness for weakness. I have not forgoten how to be violent, but i am at peace with it.