There was an angel so fragile and broken, a little child died today she said to her self, and did not understand why it was this one child that she weeped over. Many had died before her and yet something didn't seem right, did she care for this child in a past life, but as she thought about it for a while she grew tired and went to sleep. when she awakend she had finally realized who she was she wasn't a friend or a foe, a daughter or niece, but a angel sent down from heaven by god himself to retrieve somthing so dear. The trust of a friend who would stand by her side till the end. No matter the danger or the cause.

                    But friends to the end.