The jagged edges of the arrows and swords plunged into the land as tainted wings and banners lay scattered across blackish scars tracing the blood red land, all while the sound of a drum continues to beat. A battle with love's army has scared the land and the people that reside in the heart. Their warm hearted nature slowly turning to stone. They are tired of fighting off heart break and only want peace in the land, but they know that this shall never come until they find the one. CRACK! Lighting lights up the black clouds that have now taken over the sky that had once been home of the pillow white clouds that laughed with the innocence of first love. The people look up with this memory, and the elders cry. The children run across the land dodging boulders and swords that jutted out of ground never knowing of anything other than war and heartbreak not remembering the white clouds or the flying angles or even the song of love and innocence. Yet one boulder stands proud and alone pure white as the clouds use to have been. A prophetic promise a whisper of true love in the darkness of absences, the only thing allowing the people to continue to live on in this wretched land, a promise sent from the heavens themselves when the soul was first made, "Thou shall find true love for the soul is made in two parts one for thyself and one for thy partner in heaven and earth".