Robyn and Billy lay back on the damp grass under the largest tree the two kids had ever seen.
There on that small hill in the late-autumn sun, shortly after the light rains, they looked up at the sky as it glittered and gleamed like a treasure chest of precious stones.
The two watched how the leaves-turned-orange lifted and danced upon the breeze sweeping in with the gathering storm clouds.
She was the World’s Bravest Girl – at least that’s what she told everybody around her (Billy was probably the only one who really knew it to be true).
She had never been scared of the thunderstorms that would roll in from the seashore, in fact she’d chase after them; “and one day, we’ll catch some lightning” she’d tell Billy as they huddled together in the gentle rains waiting.
For his part, Billy was a little less brave but always did his best to hide that from her, blaming his trembling on the cold – he had given her his raincoat after all!
He adjusted his plastic green Viking helmet, the one he now never took off after he’d fallen out of that one tree when he was five.
Sure the boys at school liked to make fun of him for it and try and take it from him, but Robyn always stood up to them – she liked how it looked on him.
“I’m the warrior,” he’d say, and she’d remind him that she was “the princess who didn’t need saving.” But if she ever did, he would be the one to do it, he’d then tell himself.
Every storm they’d chased before that day had been the same, just the two of them running through pathways of puddles, filling the after-storm silence with their laughter, yet to catch lightning in time, but knowing it never really mattered because they would find some during the next storm.
Sometimes though, after a particularly special storm it is said you may just find what you’re looking for.
For this storm was different.
The sky tore open with a bright light, but there was no sound. The brightness reached right down a distance away from the two, and remained like that for several minutes, as they watched something fall from the sky to earth.
Robyn looked at Billy, her mouth beaming widely, her eyes ablaze as she nodded enthusiastically to him.
Grabbing the empty glass jar that was beside her, with its tattered handwritten ‘lightning’ label, she jumped to her feet and began running down towards the light as fast as the World’s Bravest Girl could…