A/N: Really short one-shot this time around... I'm not sure what went on in the ten or fifteen minutes I wrote this, and I'm also not sure it portrays the character correctly. Try to guess who it is before you read the end. If you get it right, there's hope that I did.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. Although I'd like to.
Fire… the element of confusion.
It is creation and destruction, life and death, light and darkness, love and hatred.
Without fire, people would die from cold.
Yet it has caused the end of countless others.
It has been used to provide sinners a painful death -- as well as comforting warmth to people in need.
So, I wonder… which am I?
Am I destruction? I have taken the lives of many, including innocents who never deserved to die.
I have destroyed things, burned evidence, reduced resistance to ash with a snap of my fingers.
And yet I have brought life to others. I protected people with my gift, my curse.
The sole reason for my existence at times in my life.
Friends, allies, enemies. They mean nothing in the face of orders. A friend one day, discovered to be a spy the next. An ally turned enemy. An enemy become friend.
I protect when I am ordered to do so, whether by emotions or superiors.
Am I light or darkness? Does my fire destroy or give life?
I am the Flame Alchemist.
And I seek answers.
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