A/N: This Time period is a bit wacky, its manga verse, after Ishval and Elric bros join but before Hughes dies. I kinda created my own time line that stems off. I am trying to keep everyone in character as much as possible. This should take place early on in the series. Thank you for your understanding. Feel free to leave or not leave comments. I will respond as quickly as I can. If you would like to beta read for me please email me. Stay Classy.
Coldest Fire in Drachma
Illustrated and Written by: T. Waffle
Edited by: I. Yerkinov
Prologue:
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Things had never once seemed so dire. Not this bad. Not In Ishval. Not growing up without parents. Not in all the wars and skirmishes he had been through. Nothing could compare to this.
Everything was backwards, wrong. This should be him!
The darkness in the room enveloped him. It seemed to be closing in on him, stifling the air from the room. It was dizzying. His chest felt like it was cracking under the pressure. Mustang gripped the small silver locket tighter and buried his face deeper against his gloved palms; almost crushing his swollen eyes into his knuckles. The gravity of it all was just too much. No man should ever have to see a loved one like this.
"Psssssssht….. " A low hiss broke loose from her oxygen mask, causing him to jerk his head up from his hands. His blue eyes attempted to focus on the shadowy bed that lay across the room from him. The air stung them like acid. Bloody bandages clung to her fragile frame. She looked like a gaunt lifeless doll. This couldn't be her. This isn't her. She was gone for so long it was all just too surreal.
He watched her carefully daring, begging her to move. "R-riza" he breathed in a low barely audible plea. But she didn't. He didn't. Roy feared getting closer, accepting the reality of it all. That this was Hawkeye. This was his lieutenant laying here. So he stayed in his corner across the room.
He looked away and gritted his teeth. His thick dark hair hid his sullen face as he sunk into himself. Dammit! Why didn't I just listen!" His mind mulled over their last argument over and over. Obsessing over every word and every clue that could have stopped this. How pathetic.
