The Tale of Truth by Miyu Camui
A/N: This is my first FMA fanfic in quite sometime. This takes place after the first movie. I really have missed writing. Cheers!
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Prologue
Winry Rockbell closed her eyes as she lay on the couch in her front room. Tears started to moisten her eyes as she thought of Edward Elric. It had been nearly five years since he disappeared and the pain was still fresh. She needed to find closure but how could she do that when her heart wouldn't let her let him go? I need to forget you so I can move on, she thought to herself. And since Alphonse was gone too, she didn't really have anyone to lean on. Occasionally Riza and Mustang would drop by, but it was so awkward, they never stayed very long. Winry felt they mostly kept in touch because they felt the need to.
Ding-dong.
"Ugh, not again," Winry murmured to herself. She absolutely couldn't stand another visit from Mustang. Riza she didn't so much, but Mustang was just...too much. As she rose to stand, she placed a hand to her head. She was starting to get a headache.
Ding-dong. The door bell sounded more furious each time it rang. It rang throughout the whole house and it gave Winry the strangest feeling something was amiss.
As she placed her hand on the doorknob, it felt strangely hot, as if it was on fire. Immediately, she jerked her hand back rubbing it and looking for the burns on her hand. As she looked, she realized there were no burns. Had she imagined the whole thing?
Ding-dong. It sounded like a screech this time. It was rather loud and it hurt Winry's ears, she had to cover them as an instinct.
"W-who's there?" Winry stammered and it came out like a whisper, she barely heard herself speak.
Silence.
"Hello?" Winry said a little louder this time as she moved closer to the door. When she was within inches of the door, she heard a loud sound and the next thing she knew the door had blown her away and smacked against the wall like a rag doll. She couldn't keep her eyes focused but she knew the door was no longer there. Fading in and out of consciousness, she stared at the floor next to her. She couldn't make out the texture of the floor but she could see the shadow of the table.
"Ed," she whispered.
"My, what have we here," a feminine voice said with enthusiasm.
Winry felt blood on the side of her head. She couldn't see straight anymore and she felt like she had a migraine. She had no idea who was standing in front of her so she just closed her eyes and let the darkness overcome her.