If you had the power to save the world... Would you do it? If you could change the world... Would you do it? If you could play hero, even if it meant giving your life... Would you do it? They did. They saved the world. They changed the world. They gave their life. Knowing that, would you back down?

Many times, the child would have the same dream. A dream in which they had friends. A dream in which they lived happily with them. They loved this dream. It was their dream. One only they knew. But, what good are dreams? They're only images painted in one's mind. They can never be truly gained... Can they? Maybe that's what drove them. Maybe the hope that all their dreams could be achieved... Caused them to strive to reach that gain.

The child awoke, their limbs feeling as if they hadn't moved in many years. The first thing they could see... Was a darkened sky. The sensation of moving returned to them, and they held out their hand and seemed to grasp this sky. Open, close. Getting used to the feeling, they brought their small hand down and placed one, and then the other, against the cold ground. With much effort, they sat themselves upright. They took in what surrounded them. They had seen this sight before. The memory seemed far off. Quietly, they sat. The world seemed to be still. The only proof that time was alive was the small beating in their chest, the breath escaping from their lips. Other than those, the situation may have looked to be a painting. Only an image.

Minutes passed with nothing to show. The still world remained. Until a ripple broke through the quiet. Finally, the image was set into motion.