renae de lange | d4 | cb | fin

Ma is the one who tells you about him all the time.

Stories of a time you no longer care about fall from her lips and every time, you ignore those words of peace, suffering, and ripred. Warnings clearly meant for the time period back then and not now. Tradition runs deep in their veins, but not you. No, you are always on the edge of your seat with brutal words and a swing of a sword no one can even keep up with. A career through and through, despite what great nana Merci used to dismiss about them. You saw enjoyment in the way other boys and girls from your class trained with a purpose.

You were never much of a pacifist, always using your aggression to get through problems. Easier to brute strength your way through a difficult person than to argue for hours on end with venom in each of your lips. You are a lightning storm, barraging rain down to the earth and when needed you send electric shocks through the world with your power until you get what you deserve. A smile upon your lips never means happiness, but instead it means you've solved the problem bugging you with sheer wit and strength.

Your Nana was right about one thing, you've never been one to quit. Always breaking boundaries for your age and standing up for your rights when others don't believe so. Nana Merci used to say there was some of Jonas in your blood, never a quitter and someone who stood up for themself and others. You still watch his games, despite the stories, you never know how to react. You used to cry, but now it's only proof of why you train harder.

You're not him.

And you'll never be like him.

You'll be better.