I remember the pain like if it were here again. The hits and sobs that some people cried. I heard the battle cries of men all wishing to win. The whirling winds of the Caspian Sea hitting against the earth. The world was at war betting its sharp claws against man. I remember my mother giving me away telling me that it was for the best. My father had been killed earlier that day, the pain I could not get rid of. Before this had happened I remember my father giving me a pendant a small silver creation of man. His words blew with the wind as he said that it would be my savior. He said that my future would be confusing and that by all means I had to be strong about it.