I lay down in the smooth meadows of Ciruns, the sun rained down and coated the land in a bright gold. The same color as my hair and freckled skin. I rolled in the grass til my hair was covered in long pieces of the wheat surrounding me. "Are! Where are you?" my brother asks teasingly. A giggle escaped my lips as he bounds over and picks me up, swinging my like a small ragdoll. I laugh openly and I hug him close. "I will miss you." I say. "I know you will, but I have to fight." He was dressed in a brown jacket with pants bleached a camofloged green. His eyes were almost covered by his shaggy blonde hair. I stand on my toes and whisper "Dont forget me." before he slowly walks back into the sunrise. I waved as a tear rolled down my cheek, I had a sinking fear that I would not see him again alive. I would be going to the same battle but working a different job. I'm a trained medic and most times called "Wheat" because of my gold hair. I was known by everyone, partly because I was the only girl in the whole camp. I was raised here as a baby and have made friends with most, losing some to the war as well.