They all had dreams once. Then life kicked in and everything else seemed distant, obscure and lost. Eventually there was nothing left of them but life it self.
So they grew up prematurely and violently, in sort order, forgetting whatever false expectations they had from this world.
After tones of disappointments from lovers, friends and the world itself, after all the heartbreaks, and the terrible poverty and the drunk abusing parents, they let go. Somewhere between the diseased friends that died an unrighteous death and those who committed suicide either by blade or needle, in tears made of poor choices and cheap alcohol, they saw their true fate.
They would soon come to abandon their hope and innocence and give in to a ceaseless routine that would make death look appealing.
Slowly they would lose their true essence to the need of a so called social achievement that was in fact, nothing more but a colorful term for survival.
All of them were raised in the same world, one that appeared ideal to them, full of chances and possibilities. They were all part of a flawless looking society that gave them the illusion of well being and simultaneously deprived them of true freedom.
Conolyn and Eon along with their generation, had the tough luck to be borne into a world order, that was worse than any other ever mentioned in history.
Of course they couldn't have known that in their early life but only suspect it and speculate.
Conolyn was raised to have a strong voice and to be resilient. To fight injustice by any means. To be hardy, bold, self destructive and distrustful. That wasn't her targeted education nor the desired perception of morality by her parents.
That was rather the product of their actions and character in combination to her unfortunate experience of events. As a result, Conolyn became a troubled child, an aggressive teenager and later on, a reckless adult.
Eon on the other hand had an innate structure of character, one that was deep and kind and durable. He had a calm spirit and a brilliant mind. He only wanted to serve his ideas and true passions to the fullest.
He was one of those people that rejected their false teachings admirably soon. That way he was able to build a character that was all him untainted and untouched of the world as Conolyn always liked to say.
All their life, before their first meeting, there was a hole in them. They both felt a loneliness so deep and absolute that it gave them strength. They drew their hopes and dreams from it, blaming all their misfortune to their loneliness. In a fixed society that everything and everyone had a place and a purpose, they didn't. They couldn't compete in a world that, in their eyes appeared shallow and delusive.
It didn't take them long to meet and when they did, it was as if they always knew each other, as if there was never a hole in them. Their perception of goals in life and their similar philosophy not only brought them together, it completed them, it fulfilled them.