A New Beginning

He'd always imagined himself as an immensely confident individual who took on challenges with no hint of fear or hesitation. He had have lives held in the palms of his hands, moments where a single motion towards the wrong direction would affect the life of another permanently. A veteran that stood amongst the frontlines of many wars prior, he wasn't one that was easily swayed by negative emotions. He always knew what he had to do, and always, he would set out towards the target with confidence brimming to his chest.

But at this very moment, the feeling was different.

There is no mountain too high.

He murmured those words under his breath, each getting heavier and heavier.

What if I trip?

The warm sensation grew from his chest and began to spread across his entire body. His heart though beating at the same pace, felt louder and harder with every beat, as if it wanted to escape the confines of his chest

The moment he stepped out of the balcony, the millions of citizens of the country would look up to him, every single soul of theirs would lie in his hands. It's no longer just the people in his team, his platoon, or amongst the soldiers in the military. It was the nation and its future.

A rough but small hand slipped into his from behind.

"You know you can do this."

He tightened his grip around her hand.

"No one else would be better for this."

The warmth that spread from his chest began to cool. Still looking ahead at the curtain separating him and the crowd on the balcony, he slowly straightened his back and puffed up his chest. He took a deep breath as he turned behind to the woman that was beside him for the longest time.

"I know," he smiled, acknowledging that it was often her that gives him strength.

Seeing him regain his composure, Riza gently removed her hand from his and held up the clipboard with his script. With a smirk, he pushed the clipboard away and took his steps towards the curtains, ready to face the nation and assume his new position.

On cue, the curtains opened, and together with the bright morning sun, the people on the balcony was met with the roars of crowd that echoed from the square adjacent the balcony.

"Good morning," he said with perfect charisma and confidence into the microphone, "my name is Roy Mustang, the elected Fuhrer of the free nation of Amestris."

The cheers of the crowd once echoed in support of a new beginning of their country.

As he went on with his speech, Riza quietly stood slightly behind him by his side where she always have been. She looked on to his silhouette, and as always, knew that he was the man she would follow and support for life.

"I'd follow you to hell and back."

A/N: A new 100 story challenge I hope to complete within the next few months. Look forward to at least 2 chapters a week!