And Mrs. Jennifer and Thomas Morrison. If anyone sees fit to tell why these two should not be thusly joined, speak now, or forever hold your peace...�...��Jennifer looked exquisite in her white wedding gown. Polly had spent the last three weeks camped out with Jennifer, up in Knoxville, getting ready for this thirty minute moment. Polly was gorgeous in lavender and pink. Her gown offset Jennifer’s just perfectly.They both looked radiant. I loved them both, for very different reasons.Next to me stood. As the battle winds down, I finally have time to look around. The field is littered with bodies. Few are left standing. As I finish off one last soldier, I drop my helmet and suck in the cold air, that reeks of blood and sweat. Suddenly my world splits in half. A bright flash obscures my vision, and when I can finally see again, I find I am on my knees, with a spear that is covered with blood is protruding from my own chest.A man is pacing around me, sword drawn. He walks with an exaggerated. That system lasted for a significant chunk of our history, however.”“You like history?” She asked, swallowing another mouthful of ice cream. “You know a lot about this stuff.”“I guess I do, yeah. We humans like to share our hobbies with the people that we like.”“And these two factions, they’re allies now?”“Close friends, yeah.”She pondered for a moment as she watched the battle play out, basking in the heat from the holographic fireplace as the digital flames licked at the hearth.“I don’t. I had met Josh during a couple of my trips to the island, and I had a hard time reconciling the mild-mannered person I had met with the monster that turned this poor child into a wreck. “Sonia, let her go. Rebeca, sit up and look at me.”Rebeca scrambled up to her knees but kept her head down as she faced me. When I reached under and lifted her chin, I could see the fear in her eyes. “I wanted you to look at me so you can hopefully see I’m being sincere. I’m not going to punish you for being on.