text: Year 58
  
  Your soldiers stand ready at camp as a single enemy approaches you. He shows no fear and has a look of determination and blazing fury in his eyes. He might even be able to cut down everyone in his path just to get to you, but that won't be necessary, as you have ordered everyone to stand down. This is between you and him. He's an Eternal, a true one that you once served with, if either of you are to die today, it should at the hands of the other. No others are worthy.
  
  He's stood in opposition to you for a few years now and now that his side has finally lost completely, his side has resorted to acts of desperation to continue a long lost battle. This is just another example of that desperation.
  
  The pair of you look at each other and say nothing. It wouldn't do any good anyway, neither of you is going listen. You both believed in the same thing once, but not anymore. In his eyes you ruined all that.
  
  The two of you clash swords.
  
  You remember when you saw him after a long stretch of distance from each other; you felt a sense of relief. There you were in a hostile environment not exactly knowing what would come next and you saw a friendly face that was more than willing to help out.
  
  You land a kick to his stomach and smash his face with the pommel of your sword, destroying several of his teeth. He staggers back mouth filled with blood, but manages to block your next attack.
  
  After that last time you saw him you were soon separated again. Oh sure, you heard about him, and he probably heard about your deeds as well, but you haven't actually seen each other until this moment. No matter who wins, it's going to be the last time.
  
  You feel the deep cut of the sword sinking into your shoulder. Fighting through the pain, you manage to keep a firm grip of your sword and swing it into his side. You both hear a crack signaling that not only have you opened up a severe wound, but also broken a rib or two. He reels back from you as his side now drips red with gore. He's unsteady and breathing hard, but he's not going to stop. He's got nothing left to lose. If you were in his shoes, you wouldn't stop either.
  
  The funny thing about this is you always thought you'd be having this battle with Edgar, not Warrick.
  
  A slash at your leg brings you down to one knee, but Warrick isn't able to capitalize on bringing his sword down on your head, since you slash upward into his groin. He screams out, dropping his weapon and you painfully lift yourself up on your one good leg and land your own strike across his head. The sickening sound of skull meeting metal is heard and he falls to the ground with blood and brains leaking out the side. He gurgles a few unintelligible things, but some of it starts to form complete thoughts.
  
  "You... ? Wha... what are you doing here? I thought... you were still stationed in ... Rask...  I... don't rem... gnomes... "
  
  After all this time, his memory is starting to come back. Your hit to his head, must've done something. You kneel down beside his bloody body and provide him a better last memory.
  
  "I was sent here to help you Warrick. It was a very important mission for the Empire. You got blown up by a trap, but we succeeded Warrick. We won. Remember this."
  "We... won... yeah... we... " Warrick mumbles and then finally expires.
  
  You tell your soldiers to burn his body and not to disturb you for the rest of day, despite the medic insisting that you really should have your wounds seen to.
  
  You sit in your tent in silence trying to rationalize killing yet another one of your former comrade in arms. He was trying to kill you. Warrick was on the wrong side of the civil war. A new king had to be installed and new policies had to be implemented. It had to be done, to protect the kingdom. Just like you had to kill Kane to protect the Empire... 
  
  It was a shitty end to an honorable man, but death by your hand is probably the best thing you could've done for him and at least in his final moments he believed he was elsewhere. You sometime wish you were.
  
  The next day, you get your wounds properly patched up and get back to the business of holding off the Eternal Dominion, which hasn't been the same since Edgar was assassinated last year. Apparently the new eternals didn't agree with his leadership since it wasn't producing the results they wanted. They might not have agreed with it, but he was doing better than whoever the idiot that's in charge now is.
  
  You wonder what happened to Brenda, you knew she was up there with Edgar in ranking, but since she's not in charge of the ED you can only assume that she was killed along with Edgar. You're the last one left and you think back to Gruz's last words to you.
  
  "You'll outlive everyone... "
  
  It's finally come true.
  
  Year 65
  
  More aches and pains as you slowly get out of bed. With every passing year you feel more of them and it's getting to a point where you can't reasonably get into the thick of battle anymore with sword in hand. Sure you're still a good fighter, but you're slowing down and don't have the strength that you once did. Of course some would say you weren't supposed to be doing that anyway as a leader should stay in the back and give orders from behind the safety of his soldiers. But then you always did cling to your old ways.
  
  Still, it's not like you need to anymore, as the Eternal Dominion hasn't been a threat in years. You knew they'd fall apart soon after Edgar died. Their territory or what's left of it basically consists of petty warlords fighting each other more than fighting anyone else, let along the kingdom. Nowadays your job as a general mostly consists of pushing a few bits around on a map. Sometimes you still try to remain active by visiting areas that are experiencing heavy combat.
  
  With no real opposition anymore and a stronger king in charge, the Felkan Kingdom is entering a period of aggressive expansion. With the newly acquired Arat province under control right now the king is looking towards Rask due to its resources. Diplomatic feelers were sent to see if the towns up there would join willingly, but no luck. You know from experience how difficult it is to hold, as the land is wild and its people are fiercely independent minded especially since they threw off the shackles of Empire rule and aren't willing to have another large government tell them what to do.
  
  While you're certainly the most qualified to carry out an invasion on Rask, you aren't sure if you still have the energy anymore. Granted you wouldn't be personally, but you still remember the headaches of holding the place. Ever since Dawn retired to become an instructor, she's been dropping hints about you retiring as well. Perhaps it's time to follow in your wife's footsteps and join her.
  > retire
  As much as you might like to go on, you decide that perhaps it is finally time to pass the torch to younger and more energetic men and women than yourself. You also know it would probably make Dawn happier. You've done quite a bit for the Felkan Kingdom and served as well as you could have under the circumstances. You just wish you had time to do more, or at least the youth, if not the time.
  
  When you step down, its sort of a surprise to the entire Felkan military, they always figured you'd never willingly step down and probably die in office. Even the new ruling class is a little disappointed to see you leave, you were after all instrumental in their rise to power.
  
  A small service celebrating your years of dedication to the Felkan Kingdom is held which you naturally attend and you even give a small speech. It's all very patriotic and keeps the up the morale and optimistic outlook of the kingdom for everyone. Shortly after your retirement, you do indulge in the frivolities of said retirement; this pretty much consists of not doing much of anything or spending time with Dawn. It's fun for a while.
  
  When you start to keep up on the news on the Rask invasion, you become increasingly dismayed by what your successor is doing. There are victories at first, but they eventually become costly ones. The Raskians begin organizing enough to make further conquest difficult.
  
  Eventually several lower ranking officers begin calling for you to return if only as a consultant or strategic advisor. You actually would gladly volunteer as you definitely want to help the kingdom and you're starting to find your retired life a little boring. Unfortunately the current general doesn't want that, as he wants to take all the credit for the conquest of Rask and if he's able, to surpass your victories. The fool manages to sway the king in his favor by pointing out that they hold most of the territory and are plundering its resources. The king of course is just concerned with the bottom line, so he keeps him on.
  
  Of course the biggest problem with this, is it's incredibly short sighted. The Raskians sabotage their mines and fight a guerilla war that makes things even worse. Felkan soldiers die by the thousands over the course of several years and this begins to have a downward spiral. Not a grand one, but it's noticeable that the cracks are starting to show and people are beginning to protest again.
  
  You don't agree with how the government is handling things, but you're a patriot to the end and one day you get into an argument with a group of them on the street. Dawn tells you to let it go, but the more they get in your face, the more you won't let it go and eventually you feel that call to violence again... 
  
  You punch out one of the protestors, which causes more shouting from the rest of the crowd as well as the soldiers attempting to keep order. One the soldiers respectfully attempts to hold you back, but you continue to try to attack the rest of the protestors and screaming at them of how ungrateful they all are. With tensions heating up on all sides, it's only a matter of time before things escalate and somebody fires a shot and it isn't from the soldiers, it's from one of the protestors carrying a concealed pistol.
  
  You feel the impact to your chest and fall to the ground as mass chaos erupts all around you. Dawn screams for a medic and attempts to drag you out of the way, but you're already coughing up blood and gasping for breath as the chest wound continues to bleed out your vital fluids.
  
  "Dawn... (gasp, gurgle)" is all you can utter before your heart stops beating.