The sky is blue and clear of any clouds as I look over the calm kingdom I rule. It didn’t used to be this way. But that is a long story. A cool breeze blew through my long, wavy, black hair as I stand on the edge of the cliff face. There was once a time in my life when I didn’t get to have the pleasure of looking over a place as beautiful as this, or as peaceful. Closing my eyes I allow myself to fall into the sweet embrace of the wind. Until I heard footsteps coming towards me. Opening my dark purple colored eyes I look down the path that leads up to where I was standing.
Two kids ran up to me, their chests heaving as they bent down on their knees trying to catch their breath. Small beads of sweat ran down the kid’s faces.
Quickly I walked over to them and looked them over to see if they are hurt. “Are you two okay?” I asked as I looked over the little girl’s face. She looked over at her brother then they both nodded at me. Standing up I put my hands on my hips. “Then what are you two doing out of school?”
They both blinked a few times before the little boy spoke up his green eyes shining. “Well you see Miss Moon, our teacher Miss Tots is teaching us about the last Great War, The War of two Worlds. And My sister Emma and I were wondering if you could tell us about it?”
Emma nodded her head next to her brother her long brown hair flying all around her as she does. “Yeah! They leave everything out that is interesting in class. And Tom and I thought we could come ask someone that had lived through it.”
I looked down at the two kids and sigh. “I’m sure if you just asked your teacher she would tell you the full story after school.” I put my hands on my hips, giving the kids a slight glare.
Tom folded his arms over his white top, while his sister looked down at her pink shoes. “We’ve asked her things many times, but she always says we should pay more attention in class.” Tom wines, his forest green eyes holding a stern look to them.
I sigh as I rub the back of my neck, I knew there was no changing their minds. They are kids after all. And what harm could it be if I just told them about it? I sit down on the soft grass that grew on the ledge of the cliff. I patted the ground next to me beckoning the kids to come sit.
Tom and Emma slowly walked over to me and sat down. Emma looked a little nervous being so close to the edge. Her brother put a hand on her tanned shoulder, and gave her a wide toothy grin.
I look down at the two kids and ask. “Were would you like me to start?” I leaned pack on my hands as I look over their faces.
“At the very beginning!” Tom shouted with joy spreading his arms wide to explain what he meant. “Well when it all started for you that is.” He gave me a sheepish grin.
“Tell us how the war went for you Miss Moon.” Emma whispered, as she looks over her brother’s shoulder.
I hum to myself as I try and think of a good place to start. “It all started when I was about sixteen years old. I lived on my own.”
“Why?” Emma asked interrupting my talking.
I looked down at Emma and smiled at her. “My mother and Father died in a car existent when I was about ten years old.” I gave them a small smile. “Know where was I? Aaahhhaaa yes. I had no friends well except for one, and I didn’t really get out the house much, unless I was doing school, or work. You see kids I wasn’t the woman you see before you now. I didn’t even know of this world we now live in.”
“What! How could you not no?” Tom shouted standing up, his face covered in shock. His sister whispered to him to sit down and let me talk.
I laugh at Tom’s outburst. “I’ll get to that if you let me talk.”
Huffing the little boy plopped down onto the ground crossing his legs. “Can you start with the story then?”
I nod my head and begin telling my story.