I don't own FMA. This is a short story to hopefully help me with my writers block that I am currently having. Enjoy!
It had been five weeks after Roy Mustang had gone to the southern out post and he had already fallen into the daily events that had taken place.
He sat by the fire place looking back on his past when a nock came at the door then an other and an other. When he shot his head up they stopped and a sound of a falling body came from out side.
Running towards the door he pulled his thick brown coat. Yanking the door open he looked around the small out post.
He almost stepped on the person at the door. They were out cold and curled up in a ball their long sliver hair falling over the dark blue coat with sliver lining they had on. A sliver pocket watch laid a foot away.
Picking up the pocket watch and person Roy looked at the strange person. She was a woman about 28 or 29 with pale skin and sliver hair that fell down to her ankles. Her breathing was short and fast. She was dying.
Roy was quick in pulling her inside taking off her coat and black gloves,combat boots and placing her in a bed tossing sheets on her and putting a hot towel on her forehead. Her eyes opened a little and showed they were a dark grey with hints of lighter grey.
She whispered something as Roy pushed her hair out of her face. The woman closed her eyes again and her breathing slowed to normal pace after a few hours of warming her up.
He found himself remembering Ishbal and seeing her in it fighting next to him with blue lighting coming from her fingers and his fire guiding her. He saw all the faces he had killed all the places he had destroyed.
Hours had past and Roy found himself dozing off into the night. Snow falling lightly and his unexpected guest sleeping lightly.
Roy woke up in what looked like morning with a blanket around his shoulders and his guest sitting across from him her grey eyes reading a small black leather notebook. "Good Morning. I need to ask you a few questions." Roy said as she looked up from her notebook "Ask away. I'm listening." She said as she put away her notebook and sat alert facing him. "Okay. Who are you and why where you up here Alone and why do you have a state alchemist pocket watch with you?" "Whoa let's do those one at a time. I am Nora Light I came up here alone to find you Roy I have a message for you. Why I have a pocket watch is because I'm a state alchemist. To be exact I'm the Lightning Alchemist." Nora said leaning forward the fire going down a bit as she whispered the message. "Times up."
She sat back and added more wood onto the fire. "Well know that thats done I have to go back to Central. See you around if you ever get re-posted old friend." Nora said as she put her coat on and took her pocket watch back. Walking to the door she stopped and said "I never did forget the war in Ishbal Roy. Those lives lost and we still used alchemy to help others in need. People may need you Roy I hope you understand that one day you can't keep running from your feelings." He looked up at her and said "And you shouldn't forget you still have something to finish with him." Nora looked at him and said back "Don't bet on it. Have a nice life Roy. Spend it wisely. Well bye." And she left. It took Roy a moment to realize what she said "HEY! I'M NOT THAT OLD!"
THE END
(Well this helped a lot with my writers block. I shall be posting on my other Fan Fic's Soon! Hoped you liked it and bye.)