It all starts with a heartbeat, a cry that bounces off the walls. It ends with a sigh, and closed eyes. Life, is life.. that's what they say. You are born, you live, you grow, you age, you lose, you win, you learn, you become poor, you become rich, you have a family, you learn to fight, you struggle, you fall in love, you fall out, you find comfort in silence and in sound. You are your own worst enemy, only you can destroy you in the end. For this is the way of life. you find yourself and lose your self, get wrapped up in the smell of it all, but the end is always inevitable, you die. That's the battle of life and death. You are the master of your fate.

"So he died for his faith. That is fine–
More than most of us do.
But stay, can you add to that line
That he lived for it, too?

In death he bore witness at last
As a martyr to truth.
Did his life do the same in the past
From the days of his youth?

It is easy to die. Men have died
For a wish or a whim–
From bravado or passion or pride.
Was it harder for him?

But to live: every day to live out
All the truth that he dreamt,
While his friends met his conduct with doubt,
And the world with contempt–

Was it thus that he plodded ahead,
Never turning aside?
Then we’ll talk of the life that he led–
Never mind how he died."

With closed eyes and humble words, Alexandra stood in front of The Congregation. Dress blowing softly in the breeze. She looked out over the masses, her eyes catching one other persons. Inside the words she spoke, bred a fire to light the way. A battle was close at hand.