Born of fire. Shaped from iron. We were given wings of fire and horns of iron. We ate them the soft ones for they where are enemy. We were made to kill them so we did. Their blood tasting like us of iron. Did we do the right thing? Are we just weapons? Tools made by a master to destroy his enemies? What is this that comes from my eyes is it tears? It tastes of iron. Did we kill our brothers and sisters? Are we the enemy?