Honne was a broad shouldered, strong willed man. He always stood for what he believed in and never backed down. He never quit without a fight.
That's why I admired him.
I was vulnerable, and he was powerful.
He was quick witted and bold, a fierce competitor.
I never underestimated him, I saw what he could do. He could do anything.
And I got to see it all.
I fell for Honne. Almost at an instant. And he fell for me too, the same way.
I always knew he had a rather unsafe edge, and I acknowledged it.
He was different, and he was aspiring.
As the days went by, he was changing; morphing into something more.
I loved Honne, no doubt. But began to not recognize him.
He said he would change things for the better, but I only saw a power hungry gleam in his eyes.
He loved me with a bond so strong, it looked unbreakable. But so did someone else.
His name was Tonraq.
There was something he had that Honne didn't have.
I felt a closeness to him that I couldn't feel with Honne anymore.
Honne noticed this. He became enraged.
I felt unsafe with Honne then.
I left him for Tonraq and knew that he was the one I was supposed to be with.
I knew that I hurt him. More than he had ever been hurt before.
Honne left shortly after, and I never saw him again. He never did say where he was going. He said he was going to put everything in balance, that I would hear of him. That I would not know it was him.
That I would fear him.
That I would hate him.