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Author's note: This little story takes place four years after the anime. The whole incident with Shamballa never happened. The time line may change as the story develops as might character pairings. This is more of a work in progress, a pilot if you will. If you like the idea, please leave a review at the end. If I get enough positive feedback, I'll finish the story. Thanks!
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The Long Road Home
Part 1
The air was cold and dry beneath Central. The ruins of the city that had existed beforehand still lay buried and undisturbed. Even the old ballroom still stood, the damage still present from the catastrophic events that had taken place there four years prior. It's only inhabitant, a small lizard, emerged from a hole in the wall to perch on his favorite rock, perhaps to snag a few flies if at all possible.
The lizard glanced lazily around the old, decrepit ballroom. No one came down here at all anymore. No investigation teams, no clean-up crews, not even the blond girl and the young boy. The lizard missed them the most. All the others had been noisy and annoying, but the girl and boy were always quiet. There was a sense of peace about them, yet still a great sadness. The lizard knew they had both lost something, but to what that something was, it was beyond him. He was a lizard. What did he know of the troubles of humans?
The day progressed just as lazily as always for the lizard. A beam of light broke through the cracks in the old ballroom and hit the lizard's rock just right. He simply lay there basking in the warmth of the light. Then, out of the quietness of the ballroom, came a crackling noise. The lizard raised his head and listened, attempting to determine the origin of the noise. There was no one there except for himself: no investigators, no crews, no girl and boy, just him and the noise. At first he tried to ignore it, but the noise grew louder. Where was it coming from? As if to answer the lizard's one thought, a purple spark ignited in thin air in the center of the ballroom about six feet above the ground. The spark just floated there for a moment and did nothing. The lizard considered investigating… or returning to the safety of his hole. Suddenly, the spark exploded, sending the lizard fling off his rock and scattering any debris left in the area. When the lizard gazed back at the spark, it was gone. Yet in its place hovered a massive gate, the likes of which the lizard had never seen. It was a massive, foreboding thing with a great eye at the center. Slowly, the gate swung open. What came out of it surprised the lizard even more.
A naked boy with ragged blond hair fell out of the gate, hitting the wooden floor with a wet thud. The boy slowly rose off the ground, body visibly shaking. He was missing his entire right arm and his left leg just above the knee. The blood that ran from the wounds did not flow uncontrollably, but slowly as blood would run from a wound opened up many times. Many scars adorned his toned body including one on his right cheek, several on his back, and a big one on his chest. The boy began to rise, then suddenly doubled over, retching over the ballroom floor. "Ugh… Dammit. Suppose it makes sense… they would take the arm and leg again," the boy groaned. The lizard watched with utter fascination as the boy dragged himself over to the rock the lizard had perched on not a moment ago. "Man, Winry is going to be furious at me," he chuckled to himself. The boy gazed up at the ceiling, deep in thought over what he had done to get here and how much more he had to do. The lizard tilted his head quizzically as the boy drew something in the dust. With a flash of light, the stood. His wounds were bandaged, a cloak was draped over his back, and a wooden crutch supported him under his one good arm. "Well, no sense in sitting around moping. I've got to get going. I wonder where Mustang lives now?" The lizard scurried back over to his rock as the boy limped towards the long flight of stairs leading out of the ruins. The lizard was not sure why, but for some strange reason he felt good; incredibly good in fact. The lizard closed his eyes and smiled as he went back to basking in the sun. After four years, Edward Elric was back in Central.
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Well, that was the pilot! Short I know, but it could be continued if I get enough support! Anyways, leave a review if you got the time and I'll try to post the second installment. Don't worry it will be longer!
BWR