Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.

Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.

That's the spirit, one part brave, three parts fool.

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.

Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?