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Squall was still crying as he fled the castle, Dran running alongside his horse. Several hours later the brunet stopped and looked back…the castle was no longer visible from the trees…he could stop and rest now…
Seifer sat on the window of his cottage, a small smile on his face. There was a certain nostalgic sadness to that smile and the misty green eyes. Humming a melody he didn't know he had memorized, a tear slipped down his cheek and he allowed himself to mourn with a wolf that had begun to wail in the distance…
Squall was sprawled on the ground, Dran sitting close to his side, howling with a moon that wasn't even full.
He remembered…Squall cried softly into the crook of his arm…
'Leon? Where are you?'
The king…his father had fought that day alongside many soldiers to protect his home…his mother had held the little brunet in her arms until she was dragged and raped by Angelus…her last screams were for her son to flee and save himself. ..Angelus turned to him, a smile in his face…then the pain of a sword slashing his face…A little wolf cub attacking to save a friend…
Squall remembered… the cold night…little footsteps racing with his heart as he ran and ran…the snow was cold…just like now…and the castle burned…despite the cold and the blizzard it burned, taking away with it the laughter of an innocent child and the love of a family...turning them all to ashes which were blown away with the wind…
And Leon did not once come out to protect and shield the burnet's mind from the memories that were rightfully his by birth and time.