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Blind Observation
Prologue – Rain Drenched
The heavy rain drenched the worn, dull and browned country side with wide sheets of icy water. Rivulets strayed past his collar and down his back, chilling him as it trailed his skin. Edward, knowing of the rain, had left his brother back in Central City. He didn't want the blood seal to be erased, it had been painful to bind Alphonse's soul to the tin can of a body, and Edward didn't want to lose another leg because he wasn't careful enough to protect the seal.
That was what found Edward more east than he had been before. The Brandywine Creek flowed past him and became a river as the rain pelted more dangerously. New Central City, of which Edward was bound to arrive some time soon, was a colony that included many person's of questionable backgrounds. Everyone from the poorest of the poor, to the most despicable criminal that was allowed paroled from prison had decided to make New Central City their home under the leadership of Harold Clinton.
Edward didn't know much about the man short of what the file Mustang had let him borrow for a short time. The man was supposed to be a genius with Alchemical Human Transmutation, which was part of Edward's goal of finding, or making, the Philosopher's Stone. However, Mustang apparently had some sort of hypotheses that there was more to this man than just what the surface told you.
That was why Edward had come to the Land of Rain – even though it was so barren, the rain never made it green, Edward had walked through five thunder storms all ready and yet there was no greenery whatsoever. It was odd to say the least.
He stopped for a moment, he was tired and he was wet and he felt as if he was going to be sick. His coat was soaked through, and he knew he would be damp the entire time he was looking into Clinton. This was probably why Mustang had turned the mission down himself; he would be as useful as a wet match. Not that that man was usually useful, in Edward's opinion, Mustang was generally useless.
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Harold Clinton gazed at the old priest before him; "You found out what?"
"The prophecy of a child coming to save us from damnation," the priest replied. He was a withered man with white eyes that spoke of cataracts. He wore brown robes and his long white hair was bound at the nape of his neck.
Priest Flagon was the head of a cult that believed that children where sent by their goddess Nyyrikki as holy sacrifices. These Sacrifices were carefully chosen and it was many, many years between sacrifices. As far as Harold could say, the last sacrifice of the Nyy Religion had been about fifty years before.
"What child are you talking about?" Harold asked.
"He is powerful, my lord," Flagon said with a bow of the head.
"Really?"
"It is said that he can make gold, he is also said to be strong with courage,"
"Yes, I think I know who you are talking about," Harold said.
"Has the goddess Nyyrikki given you revelations?" Flagon's blind eyes grew big as the implications of his goddess speaking to a non-believer were great and it didn't merely happen just because, Nyyrikki had reason's to speak to a non-believer.
"Yes, she has and he is on his way here as we speak," Harold's genius of a grin grew.
"My lord!"
"I shall make sure that your sacrifice is delivered promptly," Harold said.
"What shall I repay you with? We of the Nyy Sect do not own a lot and we are not rich by any means," Flagon said.
"Merely hold off on you're sacrifice, we may yet gain freedom from the oppressive hold of Amestris and her leaders," Harold replied.
"As you wish," Flagon bowed as low as his creaky back would allow him before he turned and hurried out of the opulent office. He had to tell the others of the sect of their savior.
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A/N – okay, I do hope that you all like this. Please tell me what you think of it and I shall try to continue it.
Historical notes – The Brandywine Creek makes an appearance in the American Revolution in a battle between General Howe and General Washington. Washington lost the battle though. So, there, since it was in history, I feel quite fine to use it in this story. Also, Harold Clinton is based on the British General Clinton.
The Nyy Sect is my own Religious make-believe thing. I just needed a cult and here we go!!