Image by Stefan Keller
Long ago, when the world was young, a fire had burned in him, red as hearts’ blood and he had called it love. She had risen beside him, igniting the life within, and their lives had mingled. Deep within his heart, passion flamed and overflowed and from its bright beginnings a land had been brought to birth. A land in which she had been loved and cared for by her children, while he watched over them all in joy and the green earth flourished.
Had he tended them too well? Nurturing their curiosity, encouraging them to explore the nature of a life they believed was their own? Their children had learned new ways and turned away from the old.
Forsaken, they had grown old together. The story of their love was told only as a fairy tale, no more than make-believe. And though their love endured, his flame waned as her forgotten life faded and she fell into pale sadness and sleep.
Only then did they come, their prodigal sons, trudging through a blighted wilderness of their own creation. Did they know what they sought? Would they remember love at the last?
Beneath his hand, he felt her stir, but whether in hope or death he did not know. He could only wait…
Written for the new monthly Fiction Prompt
hosted by D. Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror.