They came. They came and destroyed everything. Nothing remained when they were finished. They tore down skyscrapers and ripped up gardens. From their lips came blue fire which spread like a plague. Then, when there was only a dream of a hope left, they took it and smothered it with lies much too believable. It has been six years and we are still picking up the pieces. We are pretty well put together now, but often we look at our rebuilt buildings and freshly planted flowers and are reminded of how fragile and weak they are. Will the skyscrapers ever be as strong as they were before the attack? Will the gardens ever be as bright? Everywhere we look, the fire and blood flash within our eyes. We will never be the same.