This one I actually need to think about how it’s going to go (the other two, I just knew from the start). Also, I did not get much sleep last night, and there may or may not be a cold ripping through the house. So yay!
Once upon a time there was a couple named Jack and Jill, although they can have other names, if you like. You could say they were Miguel and Maria, or Tyrone and Tiana. Honestly, they could be Ted and Tom and it wouldn’t really matter for this story. Which is sort of the point.
We’ll stick with Jack and Jill, for now. They were young, but not too young to be out on their own; and when we pick up their story, the two were living together in something not unlike bliss, and certainly contentment. The troubles in their lives were not onerous, being either within their ability to correct, or else cope with. Jack and Jill had their health, and even the bloom of youth. If you had asked them if they were happy, they would have said yes, after sneaking a look at each other, just to make sure that the other person agreed with them. Many people on this fallen earth of ours would have happily traded places with them, without even thinking about it.
Only, speaking of fallen earths: the reason we are starting the story here is because it was now a time in their lives when plague stalked the land.