WARNING!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!
Summary: Lehran, way post-game; it was terrible and it was painful, but it was theirs.
Notes: Spoilers if you haven't played the game through at least twice and haven't recruited Sephiran. Slight Sephiran/Zelgius, so don't read if you don't like or can't tolerate yaoi.
The Year of Our War
It had not gone exactly as planned, but the year had gone mostly as they had wanted it to go. A war that engulfed the continent had been started, and Ashera awakened. It had been a long and painful year, for the pair of them as well as for everyone else, but it had accomplished what they wanted it to.
Or so Lehran told himself. If he didn't keep repeating that, over and over, then it was all for nothing, and all that Zelgius had had to do was for nothing. It wasn't like that made Zelgius' death easier to accept, but Lehran had managed to stop blaming himself for that by now. After all, Zelgius had chosen it, separate from everything that Lehran had asked of him.
Despite all that had happened, Lehran couldn't help but think back fondly of that year. He knew that he shouldn't, really, because of all of the pain it had caused, but it had been something precious. It had been his and Zelgius'. The last thing that they had had together. The last thing that they would ever have together until Lehran passed from this world.
Truly, that year had been theirs. Their time, their purpose, their war, their lives. Their year.