It was a beautiful morning near the square of Edge City. Children playing, people gathering and leaving flowers and cards by the recently constructed Monument of a young man and a woman.
I watched through the window of the small café that my sister Spéire and I started. It was at that moment that someone burst through the door and a familiar young voice shouted. "ZEAN!" I turned around and a little red haired boy came in with his arms raised.
I picked him up and spun him once. Soon I stop and kept him in my arms as I looked down at the statue.
"Who are you looking at?" The little boy asked. I turned to him and pointed to the statue of the man. "You see that statue over there, the one that looks like glass." I asked. He nodded. "That's my brother." I told him and he looked at me. "What about the lady?" He asked. "That's his wife…they're both heroes." I told him. "Really? Is this a story about them?" He asked. I blinked twice. "What do you mean?" I wondered. He squirmed in my arms and then told me that all heroes have their stories made into picture books, and he wants to read a picture about them. I chuckled and ruffled his arm. "Silly there's no such thing, that's because nobody knew who they were…thus they were called the great man and woman."
"Crest doesn't understand." He said referring to himself in the third person. I sighed and told him to sit down on the floorboard. "Well, since there isn't a story book about them, how about I tell you their story instead." I suggested. "Okay!" Crest said.
I sat down with my legs crossed. Crest leaned forward with obvious curiosity as I opened my mouth.
The memories came flashing through my mind.
The story had began.