I swish my tail and lift my ears.<br/>"I suppose you're wondering why I kissed you, young hatchling, I state. Well I'm not quite sure, it just seemed to be the right thing to do at the time." My life is a tragety, far to painful for any to speak about. Sure, I am alive, but all that I loved and cared for until now are not. Hundreds of souls souls haunt a now ruined cathedral from which I was born and raised by monks. The ground is red with blood and the sky above cries in anguish. Shattered timber and empty wine stained tables remain unused. In the center of it all is a china doll that lies in pieces like a broken heart for all to see. Then in the corner of the room by the alter is a single pair of clutches and a red scarf. I stop and wipe a large tear from my right eye.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I sniff, its just so painful, my past. Everything in that place is forever imprinted in my mind, but the thing that hurts me the most when I visit that place is the pair of crutches and the red scarf tied around them. A brother and sister's parting gift to the world before a fiery death claimed them and all within."