Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist
Author's Notes: This fic is from reading too much demon fics such as Moonstardutchess and OTP's Pact Equals War, OTP's a Demon's Heart, Lita Maxwell's Demon's Embrace, Saffiremoon21's Raindrops, and Red Eyes White Dragon's Fateful Bond (which is totally awesome if he/she just continued it!) and from Sammy Quil's angst fics….. Anyway onto the story! Ummm . . . This one's short but the next chapter is about twice longer than this… I've already written the rough draft on the next chapter, it just needs to be encoded.
THE PHANTOM OF MY HEART: FALLEN (this chapter serves as prologue)
This sensation . . . It's familiar . . .
She's falling, there's no doubt about it. Her golden blonde hair flowing wildly in the air. The hem of her ocean blue dress is circling her body like an inverted curtain of aurora in radiant yellow and orange glow of the setting sun.
It seems as if everything had happened before. Just like a déjà 'vu- the harsh wind slapping her soft rosy cheeks, her hands aimlessly reaching far above her-as if someone, anyone would reach out his hands to help her get back. As if someone cares for her, except her grandfather, Grumman, whose out for a chamber meeting, to come searching for her if she goes missing. As if someone would notice her absence. It was like that, ever since her mother died. When she died she took her father's heart with her. Only leaving a walking dead person she takes for a 'father'.
Why? She asked, is this world this corrupt? I haven't even reached the night of my age of coming, and yet I would die helplessly . . . How ironic. I'm right here in the vast expanse of the sky without my wings . . . My Wings . . . A thing that perhaps I will never have since I'm going to die now and no one would care for the daughter of the high seraph. Ha! She let out a bitter laugh, I'm a member of the high family, yet everyone thinks me trash. How funny they contradict each other.
A few days from now would be her ceremony of age of coming, but it seems she will not experience that once in a lifetime chance. There was no second chance, even for an angel like her who has ultimately longer life.
She knew it her fall is near. The wind is getting wilder by each passing second. They almost sound like the howl of the wolves on a full moon. That is until she felt her body stop. Her breath hitched. She is not dead. But her consciousness didn't stay for long. As she is being swallowed by the unending darkness, she saw it. Those dark midnight blue eyes of her savior. . .
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