Sorry to begin with such a short chapter. I promise the next one will be longer. I've decided to take a bit of a break from my FMA fan fic and came up with this.
I don't anything but Naomi.
Chapter 1: Thou Shalt Not Steal
The last flash of the green whip faded from view as the massacre lay before him, but in his eyes it was a battle field. A battle field filled with revenge. Someone had taken his most prized position and they would pay for it and until he found who had stolen it, the entire world would bear the burden.
Power, strength, he needed to grow stronger for when he found that villain, the one who took his everything. Battle was the only way to achieve power. Every foe, hostile or not, would die in his wake until his quest was finished, until he retrieved what was his and should he find it destroyed the world would truly suffer his wrath. They would all pay more than they could ever know.
As dawn broke over the horizon, his feet led him back to
his ward and his advisor. Without a word, he smothered the dying fire in the dirt and turned to leave. They would follow without question. His path had changed yet again, this time headed back to that infuriating scent. He knew it would be there as it always was. He just prayed that pathetic mutt would not be there as well. One infuriation was hard enough to handle, but two was not worth his time. As he continued to make his decision as to their next destination, a putrid voice desecrated his thoughts. He wished to groan but made no audible sound of it.
"Where are we headed, mi'lord?"
It took only simple glance to shut up the obnoxious creature. Good, he had no time for words, for words could only betray him and he could not be rid of them like some spy among a legion of men. Spies could be slaughtered in the flick of his finger but a word; It hung; It lingered and it gave away hidden truths, those of which he cared not to share. He had never been one to share especially not of the importance of this object to him. Never had he shared it with anyone. Neither his mother nor his father had ever heard such a word of his attachments to this item. No one had ever known and no one ever would as far as he was concerned.
He itched for a battle and a strong one at that. With the human child, a battle like that would be near impossible to obtain with her getting into trouble. He needed to rid himself of the child for now and his current destination would be just the place to do so. She would be in good hands and well cared for, that he could not doubt.
It was yet a few days away, but none the less he could sense it and feel it. That familiar infuriating scent washed over him. It was comforting and familiar but still all wrong. It was like someone had taking his item and changed it, destroying it, tainting it. Not long after, another sent hit him. The half breed was there with his group. If only he could have that sword, the one of so much power, he could get his revenge for what had been done.
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Edme