Personal Narrative: My First American Civil War

It was early in the morning when I awoke; I looked down and noticed that I had still been wearing my clothes from the previous night and remembered everything that had gone on, from the prisoner and the pillar to my moment with Maia.
I walked forwards into the dining area and found Maia, Diana and Silas seated as though they had just finished a pretty serious conversation. I walked forward and sat down, bringing some pieces of meat that had been left over from the previous night and Diana looked towards me. She looked over to Silas and motioned for him to leave, which he agreed to, leaving the three of us to sit around the table in silence.
“About last night,” Diana said, leaning onto the table with her elbows. “I hope you understand that
“We didn’t just have a war with your kind. You were our second; the first however was more like a civil war more than anything.”
I moved away and took a seat atop a single, small boulder across from the cage. “I wasn’t there when it happened, but my father told me exactly what had caused the dispute. It was back in the early years of his life; in those days the terrestrial beings, avian beings and aquatic beings all lived in villages together, some still do, despite what had happened.
“Back in those days, we entered into a dispute and no one knows exactly who threw the first blow. All we know is that eventually, the Avians began fighting with the Aquatics and when the Terrestrials had tried to prevent any major bloodshed, we were drawn in and eventually we wound up breaking apart, with many Avians and Aquatics heading farther north, with some Avains remaining behind, helping to rebuild from the damage. Since then, we never communicated with the lost ones and they’ve still held a bitter resentment towards us. They called us Land-Walkers, believing that we are trying to confine others to keep them as we are, remaining on the Earth rather than soaring to the skies or heading