Prologue: Krimzon Elric
Krimzon Elric trudged through the vast desert, sand slowly filling his boots. He was hunched over, thirsting for water. Would he ever get it?
Krimzon was wearing the same overcoat as Edward Elric always wore, a black shirt and black pair of pants underneath. His crimson hair was worn long, flowing over his back. His eyes were colored a light shade of blue; his nose was a reasonable size and formed perfectly. His lips were soft and not thick, but not thin. The crimson bangs hung over his eyes and stretched a width that almost reached his ears.
Krimzon staggered to a halt, and took heavy, gasping breaths, and at the same time trying to swallow his own saliva, seeing as he had nothing to drink. There wasn't any moisture left in his mouth at all.
The hot sun beat down on him, forcing him to raise his hood to shield his face. He trudged on for half an hour more, battling the fierce sandstorms and the winds causing them, but to no avail.
He fell to his knees, his hood dropped off of his head from the wind, and fell face first onto the loose sand. The taste of eroded rock found its way into his mouth, only worsening the dry feeling that had already taken place there. He looked up to see the outline of a city in the distance. It was Central! If only he could keep moving, to find his brothers Ed and Alphonse Elric, if only he could escape this empty dryness in his mouth...
I should have waited for a transport from Lior to Central... thought Krimzon. And then he blacked out.