In a world of grey and white, with no memories for anyone, everyone the same, you were different. It was wrong to be different. But you were chosen to be The Receiver. The receiver was important. It took pain. Which you now understand all too well. You walked into the Receiver of Memories building, and immediately you were hit with The Giver yelling. You rushed to him. You grabbed on to his arm to help him up, and immediately fell down. Memories flashed before your eyes. Memories of warfare, which you didn't know about. It hurt. It hurt so badly. The moment your eyes opened again, The Giver realized the great mistake he had made. For the last Receiver had asked for release after seeing a painful memory too soon.