“Walk faster, or we’ll miss it,” he whispered into the darkness. Calloused hands dragged me to the top of the cliff, the impending sunrise a deadline before our stumbling steps. We waited in the second before it happened, breaths mingling in the cold winter air, eyes struggling against icy winds and sleep, hearts dreading that this dawn would last forever, without the sun rising.
But the darkness softened and disappeared; red and golden flames danced around us, drowning us in light and turning us invincible.
Even in the moment before our feet led us off the cliff, my heart was sure: we had seen the rising sun that dawn. We would live forever.