Note: My first attempt at Fanfiction in general. I may revise this at a later date. But this is it for now. It's just a short fic about Culgan and Seed's last minutes alive.

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They say a man is not truly a man before he experiences the horrors of war. In that case I didn’t grow up until I was 26. Though despite this saying I’m sure Culgan was born grown up, and even now, not even passed my 26th year I’m sure I haven’t grown at all. The only effects the horrors of war had on me were dark, and unnatural. Some sort of growth, not remotely close to maturity.

I’m Seed, General of the 3rd army of Highland. Best friend of General Culgan. We were patriots, armed with hopes and dreams, invincible. Or so we thought…

The fight was an unfair one, six against Culgan and me. All armed with high-level runes, and one with a true rune… But we wanted to fight anyway. We wanted to protect our country or die trying… We insisted the boy fight us, and finally, reluctantly, he did.

I’m dying; I realize it now, so suddenly. Before Culgan fell I was sure that I’d only been incapacitated. However, lying here on the cold marble floor. Culgan by my side, I’ve finally realized. This is it.

We fought for our country. For Highland, she was a country ravaged by a white wolf. I wanted to patch her back together. /We/ wanted to… Now I can do little else but shift slightly. I suppose that I knew from the beginning that we would lose. The odds weren’t for us, but we were merely pawns, buying time for the King we swore to serve. Looking back, I know, that I wouldn’t change anything I did if I had the chance. So why do I feel so…?

“Culgan..?” My voice echoes, the halls are so empty. The castle is so dead.

“What is it?”

I want to turn, to face him, but I can’t. The pain is too much. I decide to rely on my sense of sound for comfort. “… All our hopes and dreams for Highland…It was fun, wasn’t it?”

“No regrets.”

“No…” I pause a moment. Once again cursing the fact that I can’t move, to see my companion. “Culgan..?”

“What?”

“Don’t die before me.”

I hear him shuffle, perhaps just as frustrated as I am at our inability to do much more than lie here, dying.

I can feel warmth, under me. Blood; a lot by the feel of it. I’m not sure if it’s all mine, or maybe Culgan’s. How suitable, we fought, we dreamt, and now we’re dying together. I’m proud, proud to die by his side. In fact, thinking about it now there’s no one else I’d rather take these final steps with. //Ha! Now I’m going soft…// - My thoughts are interrupted by that familiar voice once again.

“Alright, we’ll go… together”

I can’t feel my legs anymore, and can barely make a fist now. It’s getting harder to breathe, and I can hear Culgan having the same difficulty. With my last ounce of strength I try to agree with the older man. “Yeah…” With that out of the way I close my eyes, Culgan speaks once more, I can hear him struggling now.

“… It’s… a good thing… that we die along with this Country…”

Our breaths turn to gasps, and slowly the sounds of our breathing fade. I take comfort, knowing that we’re leaving together, that we did everything we could for our beloved Highland.

And given the chance, I wouldn’t change a thing.