4 years ago this age began where i stepped out into this orange-pink school,

Only a handful of friends had I, some close, some far.

The future seemed unnerving, never had I been in an environment such as this.

The boy from primary school was slowly dissipating. Turning slowly but steadily into what he is today.

Along the way, i made friends. Some close, some not very and some who were just there.

Though the beginning was strange, it began to twist into a time of great fun and happiness.

2 years of it were easy and swift. We had fun and laughter, not a tear was shed.

My friends and I were going forth like centurions, unperturbed by challenges ahead.

But that changed, the year which the white began to cover our legs.

Our paths were split into different directions. Some left, some stayed.

It was a sad sight to see one of my greatest allies fly off to a far away land as the walls of the school turned from orange to white and green.

Change was rampant. It began to scare me once again. Along with the loss of friends cam heartbreaks in a different field. Romance took me by the throat and shook me to the living core.

At one point, it was almost painful to watch people holding hands. And then, it began to be painful to live. I almost got lost in my own mind once.

My tattered shoes and my frayed pants. The broken prefect badge and the worn prefect tie.

I was a prefect... But i have forgotten the times where it used to mean something.

Dreams of head prefect and sportsman of the year slipped easily through my fingers.

I was nothing. Nothing but a run of the mill student in a run of the mill school.

However, from lost friendship, new friendship began. And during the 3rd year, a bond between 5 students was formed.

They stuck by me, and I stuck by them. Or at least i hoped i did.

We laughed and had fun. Once again, no tears were shed.

At least not among each other....

The fourth year began. Our final year. We pledged to do our best. We pledged to make our impact felt.

Much was had in the fourth year. New ideas, new positions and new lessons.

Though we had fun and laughed together. We couldn't help but keep one eye fixed upon the approaching tempest.

Two battles we each fought. One in mid year and one a few months ago. I didn't give my best and personally, i'm afraid of what stands before me.

Our 800 days ended 2 weeks ago and now there is one week till saigo no sensou.

The five of us are standing on the dusty grounds of the front. There is no way back. We have to face it, or fall.

I guess this is it....I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one i can't escape is even worse.

7 days. Thats all that's left.

Alas, here upon the 4 levels of the white citadel our fate will be decided. It is in our hands now.

But I know, however the outcome. Whether it goes ill or we return as heroes. Bonds will still stand.

We will still have that. And though it seems insignificant, try living without them. You'll die in a month.

Take these 7 days one at a time. Fear not the future. Whatever lies beyond the morning after, is a little later on.

This is our final act, our last chapter, the ultimate test.

May the guardian's wings be on your back.

May we prevail.

May we live to raise hell once more.