Here's Tionne and Honglath again... although this definitely isn't the sweet and tender composion from my other piece. Here's the story behind it... *** It was hard to see in the dwindling twilight, but Tionne looked around the battlefield, their comrades and enemies lay dead and dying all around her... but she didn't care about any of it, she was only looking for one man. She caught a hint of fine, brown cloth and ran for it, sure it was her husband... 'Honglath!' she called, afraid that she was already too late. The enemy troops preyed hard on the wizards and sorcerers, afraid they would be the most dangerous. She saw a white shock of hair, dirty from ash and blood. 'Honglath,' she called again, finally making it to his side... He had blood all over him and she hoisted him up, cradling him against her chest. He was so cold, so cold... tears started to fall down her cheeks, and in turn falling down his, making it look like he was crying too. 'I didn't get to say goodbye... Oh Honglath why did you leave me... I can't live without you... Please come back...' Her body shook with sobs and she gently rocked him, whispering his name and 'I love you,' over and over again, not even noticing the sun had set.