Please read part one before you read this! Use the link below to get there. I was twelve. My father had been dead for four years, and the progress on The Wall that was lost was still not replaced. But, as sad as I was, I was still only a child. I went over to the cathedral to talk to Father Nathaniel, my good friend and pastor. As I stepped in, I tripped over a suitcase. I got up, and in big bold letters the suitcase said: [b]FATHER NATHANIEL[/b]. I looked up from the suitcase, just to see Father Nathaniel staring down at me with a sad look on his face. "The Devils are coming, boy." He said. Surprised, I said, "Devils?" Father Nathaniel sadly chuckled. "No, no. Not followers of Satan. Strange creatures with no interest but to kill. This is why I will leave." He picked up his suitcase and headed to the door. "Be prepared, boy." he said. "Be prepared." Stupefied, I walked back towards my house. As I opened the door, a sound familiar to the sound of a launching space shuttle surprised me. I looked upwards, and a huge, brown ship flew over me. My mother opened the door. "Get your father's rife," She said. "We're under attack." END OF PART TWO. https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/834540/129273270