I'm back with yet another story. A story I had an idea for for about a year, just couldn't play it out in my head, but I figured a lot of it out. ^_^ Stick with me for my bi-weekly updates.
Here's a short little prologue to start you guys off with. ;3
And no, I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist; but you already knew that. ;D
They took her. They took her and he couldn't protect her. When the ten year old boy came to, his sister was gone.
Aaron tried to sit up, some of his ribs were cracked, making it a difficult task. Bruises and cuts painted his skin. He'd been beaten for disobeying the order to run. Run and pretend nothing had happened.
"She's my sister!" He cried. "Don't take her away!"
Tears stung the boy's eyes. Why couldn't they have taken him instead?
This wouldn't be the last time Aaron would see Lily. "I'm going to get you back, sis," The boy promsed.
"Aaron!" Winry called up the stairs, jerking Aaron away from his thoughts.
Aaron closed the book he'd been reading, prior to spacing out, and bounded downstairst.
The mechanic pulled an envelope from a stack of papers on the table. "A letter from youer dad," Winry explained.
Dear Winry and Aaron,
Sorry, I can't come home for the holiday season like I promised. There've been some weird things going on down here in Creta, nobody's allowed to take leave. I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise.
Love always,
Edward
Aaron sighed. "So dad's gonna miss another holiday with us, then."
"Seems like it," Winry answered with a sheepish smile.
Aaron's eyes were trained on a picture that sat on the coffee table. The picture was from the wedding of Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell. Save for the turquoise eyes, Aaron was a splitting image of his father.
Standing up, the teen said, "Well, it's getting late, g'night, mom."
"'Night, hon," Winry replied.
Aaron lied in bed, staring at the cieling.
Soon, Lily, soon I'll find you.
It was common knowledge that Lily was smuggled across the country, if she weren't already dead. Aaron was probably one of the last ones who believed that she still alive, somewhere.
"Lily!" Ten year old Aaron cried. He struggled to stand, clenching his teeth to keep the scream caught in his throat from escaping his lips. The boy staggered, not quite knowing where he was going. There were no footprints, all washed away by the rain that still swirled around him.
Aaron fell, too weak to keep walking. He lied there for a while, sobbing. "L-Lily," He whimpered.
It had felt like days before Edward and Winry found him, a broken Aaron Elric, curled up in a ball in the mud.
"They took her," He kept repeating, like a broken record.
It wasn't common for a child to be taken in Resembool; but, if you're a child of the former Fullmetal Alchemist, well, it was probably only a matter of time.
