bluepulse ficlet: believe in heroes
Note: Thanks for the prompt, sorry it took me so long to get around to it!
All fairytales begin something like this: “Once upon a time, in a distant land where the green hills sang with birdsong and the sky shone like sapphire…”
Bart is born in a future where humans are slaves, the Earth is merely a colony in the vast Reach empire and the sky is stained with ash. He never knew his mother, his father, his aunt, or his grandparents. He’s heard the stories, of course: the Heroic Age of Man, when heroes walked the Earth.
But Bart doesn’t believe in heroes. Because they don’t exist.

