The first sentence in this story hit me with a frying pan and demanded to be put into a story, so I complied.
What else could I do?
It didn't turn out as cute as I wanted it to, but I kinda like it anyway.
You should be able to guess who it is that is talking about who, but I won't say! I'm evil like that!
In this world, there are those who would do everything for what they believe in, and there are those who doesn't do anything.
He would do everything, because he believed in us. He believed in us, even those times we let him down, even when everything looked hopeless. He would keep going, because he believed that we could do it.
And I would leave him to battle alone. Because I wasn't needed. Because I couldn't believe. Because I didn't want it.
I was selfish.
But he still believed in me. No matter how many times we went for each others throats, he would still keep his faith in me.
Is that what it means to be a leader?
I guess that's why we all turned to him. Because he had the most hope of us all, because the light inside him shined brighter than even the keeper of light. Without him carrying all of our burdens, our strenghts, we would have drifted apart.
Just as we did.
I thought I had it in me, thought I could act as a leader, because I thought more than he did, calculated each step we did. But I couldn't, and therefore I failed him.
I want to say that I hate him for being everything I'm not, for being everything that I wanted to be, but I can't hate him, because he believed in me when the others were losing their faith. He would fight on, keeping the others safe, because he believed I would come, that I would help him.
He trusted me.
We all had crests, but without him, they wouldn't have any meaning, because he woke them up in us. He only held one crest, when in reality he held them all.
I'm happy that he was one of those people who would do everything for what he believed in.
Because without him, I would never have fought for my own beliefs, would never have learnt what I believed in.
Now I believe, and with him as a friend I can fight, I can do everything, for what I believe.
And I believe in the friendship between him and me, and between all of us those who travelled with us. Because without the friendship between us all, we would have fallen apart as well.
He kept us together, he kept hope when we others lost it. But without us, he wouldn't have hold on to that hope.
I am thankful for what he taught me, and I will always treasure his friendship, the courage he showed me. And nothing will come between us.
Nothing.
Because now I believe in him.
I... damn it! D'awww, I make myself love the person he's talking about more than I love him! That shouldn't be!
I guess that means I write quite well at least!
