Honor

Prologue

A dark stormy night. To some it would be terrifying, but that wasn't the case for a certain family. Or so they thought.

A three year old boy with messy black hair and beautiful dark blue eyes marveled at his new baby sister. His mother, a woman with the same features as he, smiled at her son.

"Jason, what should we name her?" The woman asked him.

Little Jason seemed to be in thought for a moment, before the perfect name came to his mind.

"Kalel!" He said happily, smiling joyously.

"That's a beautiful name, sweetheart." His mother commented, smiling at the boy.

Thunder rang out and the telltale sounds of the front door swinging open filled their ears. Jason watched in horror as an unfamiliar dark figure appeared in the doorway.

His father...

"It's time for you to pay, Marceline," the man sneered, bringing out a butcher knife. "You took my son and my daughter away. You must pay the price, Marcy..."

"No! No please!" The mother screamed and baby Kalel started crying. Jason stared wide eyed, not knowing what exactly he should do.

Then, time seemed to slow as Marceline ran to her daughter's crib, placing the child inside, before being grabbed rather roughly by Jason's father.

Jason's eyes widened as the man brought the knife up to his mother's neck, and he stood petrified. What was happening?!

"Momma!!" Jason cried as his mother's neck was slit wide open, and bright red blood poured from the wound. His father smirked and the woman fell to the ground, just barely alive.

The little boy screamed as the man known as his father took the crying Kalel from her crib. He ran towards his mother, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Momma! You can't leave! MOMMA!!!"

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The night after Jason's mother's death, Jason was taken in by a family friend with an odd name, Hrokai, he thought it was. The man came from some strange place, but Jason didn't think much of it at his age.

Up until his 17th birthday, Jason faced terrible discrimination. He was bullied for loving the color black, he was picked on for his love of music, he was scolded at for not having a mother. He couldn't even brag about having a little sister anymore.

Once he turned 17, he realized he couldn't be Mr. Nice Guy anymore. So, he became the cold and rude male he later became at 24.

All because of one word he heard from his mother before her death.

"Honor."