Up West, and Up North.

Amongst us are destroyed hearts, weakened by a lack of control, softened by those who are learned - the ones who manipulate, and avenge.

The learned, as they have learnt, seek destruction as conquests, and the weak, oh the weak.

The weak can see, have observed, but never learn, and this throws them into a dungeon deep within the ground for all others to heel and to toe.

And then there are the saviours, who seek justice. Who were weak but then learned, who can decipher the games of the manipulators and avengers. They seek justice and truth, and yearned to help the destroyed hearts to give them hope for life and living.

But more often than not, the destroyed hearts, they turn into animals, like those with ears spread out wide like a plane, legs short that kicks dead, and then bite the saviour his helping hand like a dog so mentally ill.

Now all saviours, they have gone, and hope, they are just mythical stories of times long past.