Here is a story.
A lost girl is found one day: not by her parents, but by a boy. The boy already belongs to the villain. The lost girl returns, chips away at the villain’s possessions, chips away at the villain’s curse. The lost girl wins, and the villain is defeated.
Or. No. Not defeated. The villain grows, changes, loves. The lost girl builds her family, and the villain finds a way to be a hero. And when they together, they are mighty. Together, they can move the moon and traverse worlds and destroy the vilest of magic. Together, they are unstoppable. Together, they might fall in love.
Together, they are wrenched apart, lest they fall in love. They are paired up with men, insignificant and forgettable, and thrust into stories that will never allow them to be glorious. They are written by men, insignificant and forgettable, and thus they are made to be forgettable as well.
We did not forget them. We did not let them become insignificant.
