Ever since I was born I was told horrifying stories about the other side, the Silver side. Silvers were the other half of people in our world, meaning they were different. In what way you may ask? I donÕt know; my parents never told me. They just told me that they were horrible people that did not deserve to live in a world with us. So the leadership decided to build a wall, a very big wall splitting us in half. Whenever I asked my mother to explain why we were split apart, she just said, ÒMae, sweetheart, what is worth moreÉ. silver or gold?Ó