"Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all the darkness."
A thin blonde girl takes out her pen and pad of paper before scrolling for an app in her phone as she too places it on the table, "Sorry, normally I'm more prepared than this," the young beta smiles sheepishly at the much older Omega sitting across from her.
He chuckles warmly, blue eyes sparkling as he watches her finally find the recorder. "It's okay, but I don't see why you have to record this."
"Well, for future generations, mostly. So that a hundred years from now, they'll know what happened." She watches as her companion looks away. "It's important…"
He nods and runs a hand through his short golden hair, "I know it is, but what I'm going to tell you…I've never told anyone. At least not the entire story," he lets out a small sigh, taking off his glasses to clean off a spot the lens, "It's not a pretty one, and while I wish it was…not all stories are."
She can see that it's a painful subject by the look on the man's face. "I'm not looking for a fairy tale but the honest to god truth." She gets a warm laugh from the man, so she presses play on her app and clears her throat, "So, shall we get started?"
"Sure, why not? We have all night and I just made a big pot of coffee," the Omega stands and grabs a cup from the counter nearby, "You want one?"
"No, thank you. How about we start with your name?"
"Fine. My name is Alfred, and honestly, to tell you my story, I should really tell you my mother's first." He sits back down, instinctively touching the small golden cross that hung from his neck. "If you don't mind, that is. I know it's not why you're here, but it's important to me."
"No not at all. So, what was you mother's name?"
Alfred leans back in his chair, a tender smile lighting his face as he thinks of his mother. "Well, her name was Francoise but she always went by her middle name; Julia."
"Julia?"
"Yeah, Francoise Julia Bonnefoy." His mind wanders back to simper times, before the world had been torn apart and the innocent life he'd had in that small town had been forever changed. Now it all feels almost dreamlike, like none of it had ever happened, but he knows better. "I really don't to give you nightmares."
"Well, war's not always pretty-"
"War my fucking ass! They called it 'war' so they could justify what they did; so they could say they were right. Well, they can all kiss my ass. That's not saying there weren't real heroes-but I'm jumping ahead. I'll start at the beginning." He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before he speaks again, "Okay, I was born on July 4th along with my older twin brother Matthew..."