“Wait. You knew her?”
“I knew all of them. Or, I thought I did. A long time ago.”
“What were they like?”
She smiles slightly, old and cracked. “They were going to change the world.”
And around them, the world burned.
They knew once upon a time, that they could be great. Once upon a time, they were.
They ruled with passion, with love for each other that flew past the heaven that damned them. Once upon a time, they spread hope.
They were loved. They were rejoiced upon for saving, for slaying the ones who stood above and watched with a twisted mind and gleeful gaze. Once upon a time, the fire was warm and safe and soft and home.
They were together. A team, even after their success. The land prospered with happiness and with life. Once upon a time, there was no more sick and no more disease.
Once upon a time, they were weak.
Once upon a time, they started out with broken souls and hardened hearts.
Once upon a time, they were the spark.
Once upon a time.