Flame's Conscience
Prologue
When he opened the door, the cold, damp air carried with it the familiar smell of blood and fear. He sent the ball of light that hovered over his right shoulder into the room, dispelling the shadows within. He ignored the various tools of torture that lined the wall to his right as well as the archaic manacles that hung off the wall to his left, his focus on the woman curled on her side, knees drawn up to her belly.
As he approached her, she curled impossibly tighter into a ball and he heard a small whimper escape her throat.
He said her name, but she didn't respond. Didn't even open her eyes.
With what little medical knowledge he possessed, he splinted her broken wrist removed his cloak and wrapped her bruised and bloody body in it before carrying her out of the cellar. He stepped over the dead that lay scattered on the floor, their bodies burnt until they were nothing but charcoal husks.
The guards had been prepared for an attack, but they were not prepared for him.
There wasn't a single living being larger than a cat in the building save for him and his precious burden.
Without a backward glance, he stepped out of the side entrance of the run-down building and into the alley where a coach waited.
A tall bespectacled-man leapt down from the driver's box and held the door opened for him.
Roy climbed in and held Riza close as the coach lurched into motion.
First Uploaded: AUG 22, 2015
A/N: Hello everyone. I wrote this a couple years ago and thought I'd share it.