Author's note: I've been busy writing some other fan fiction stories (that are not yet online) and since I have now written up to chapter six of this fan fiction I decided to put this online. Hope you enjoy the long awaited sequel!
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- 1 year from the last chapter -
Edward was sat at home comfortably. Ever since Edward and his friends went to university, Edward started living in his mother's house along with Bryony. Alphonse moved in with Alex who had moved out of his mom's house. Apart from the shuffling about of the accommodation things couldn't have been better. For Edward anyway. Since completing his degree he became a state alchemist. Also it was only last year that the couple had decided to get married. The honeymoon was stretched to be in their gap year where they spent a month in Hawaii before visiting old friends in Risembool. Although they hadn't yet had children of their own they decided to finish University before trying.
Alex felt a need to change to a different course and switched to a job in medicine with a hope to treat patients who his father had harmed. Though the course itself lasted 4 years he didn't mind the extra learning knowing that if he succeeded it would be worth it.
Bryony herself was never really cut out for a degree in alchemy and was allowed to switch courses to a degree in journalism. She had managed to complete the syllabus in one year and was now working as a journalist. Her job consisted of going to foreign places and living with a tribe or village for a week and share in their traditions. This week she was living with a nearby tribe of Roma, or Gypsies, as they were commonly known.
-In the tribe-
Bryony was sat around a nice warm fire with other Roma. The cool air of the night being defeated by the bristling warm of the embers. She couldn't believe how cheerfully these people lived in their tribe. They had to live in admittedly uncomfortable caravans and would normally not have enough money for food and so would have to resort to stealing it or scavenging for food where they could but they weren't bothered by its struggle.
'Again I would like to thank you for welcoming me into your tribe.' Bryony smiled to show how welcomed she was.
'It's no trouble dear.' The elderly woman croaked. 'We don't get many visit and many would rather avoid and scorn us than even say hello.' She smiled well humouredly, winking that she was bothered by their taunts now.
'You certainly live a hard life yet you don't let the hardship get to you.'
'We believe in living life to the full and living with a positive face on things. Our music and dancing for example. It drives away the thoughts and sorrows of where tomorrows meal might come from.'
'It's certainly a better way at looking at things.' Bryony smiled with appreciation.
As they continued listening and joining in with the entertainment, a red glow could be seen growing in the distance. Nearing closer with a rage for destruction and torment.
'W-what's that?' Bryony asked with curiosity but inwardly fear.
'It's the villagers. They too shun our traditions and they're always trying to burn our tents. We move to a different place each time they do but they always manage to seek us out!' She spat angrily. Although she was used to the taunts she still despised the other people's greed for destruction of her people.
The red glow was advancing on them with a greater speed to indeed reveal the angry villagers brandishing torches and pitchforks. They were rushing ever faster towards the caravans and pursued to set them alight. The caravans were being ravished by not just the battling embers but also by horrified screeches of mothers trying to rescue their children and shouts of malice from the men towards the villagers who dared to challenge them. But through the melee stray flames that feasted on the clearing floor trapped Bryony. The flames neared ever closer to her until the smoke choked her lungs. She could no longer hold herself together and she lost consciousness as the flames battled to feast on the ultimate price that is her sleeping body.
-Meanwhile. Back at Central-
As Edward sipped his coffee, he checked his watch absent minded. He almost dropped his coffee as he realised the time.
'Dammit! Bryony's show is on!' Edward took control of the remote on the television and switched it on to find something that made his heart skip a beat. He could only watch with horror, as his wife lay unconscious in a circle of fire that ebbed towards. With rage and fear, he picked up the TV and smashed it to the floor. He couldn't bear to watch any longer as his wife could be killed. He ran out of the house, forgetting to lock in the hope that he would get there in time to save her. The tribe wasn't very far away so he may just have SOME hope.
-Meanwhile. Back at the camp-
Among the crowd of fleeing Roma, a man stood there. Fixed to the ground. He watched with concentration as the flames neared closer to their guest.
"Should I save her?" He thought. "I know I can but should I? She not one of us but… She is our guest. We welcomed her. Her family would be disappointed that one of us didn't think to rescue her when she was welcomed." Without another thought, he jumped in amidst the circling fire and took her out to safety. Getting to a safe distance, he lay her down out of harms way and went back to rescue those who needed his help.
-Later-
The flames had been extinguished. Women and child were crying from the shock and for the loss of their homes while men looked on with an outward look of comforting sympathy but inwardly with a burning hatred. Some of the women were tending to their fallen visitor. She was still unconscious and her face and clothes were dirty from the clinging smoke but she was other wise unscathed.
A man running from the distance had disturbed their tranquil silence. His long, blond hair waved about in the speed of his gait. The Roma could tell that he wasn't one of them, which gave them something else to fear. They watched him near with a look of caution about them. But as they say the man's look of distress and fear in his golden eyes they decided that he was nothing to worry about. He posed no threat.
'BRYONY!' He called with his hands cupped around his mouth. The women tending to her recognised the name and they broke from their huddled circle to reveal the woman to him. Bryony's eyes flickered open from the interruption of her heavy slumber. Sitting up slowly, she saw her husband near her. She could see a look of fear in his eyes. It scared her.
'Bryony!' He almost collided with her but stopped in time to clutch her desperately. 'Are you ok? God I was so scared!' Bryony could hear the fear in his voice. It made a chill run down her spine. 'I-I'm fine. But who saved me?' Bryony knew that Edward wouldn't know the answer but was hoping for someone to step forward. Edward detached from her too hoping to know her saviour.
'I did.' A man stepped forward.
'Thank you so much!' Edward stood up and shook his hand in appreciation. But he didn't look too fazed by the handshake.
'Wait. Why did you save me?' Bryony asked with suspicion. She didn't want to come across as not being thankful for being rescued but the question had only just crossed her mind.
'We welcomed you into our tribe. You were like are own and the only person who hadn't dared shun us or make us feel in anyway uncomfortable. If I let you die then I wouldn't forgive myself.' There was a long silence that Edward and Bryony daren't break.
'Any.' Edward breathed. 'Thanks again and I wish you the best of luck with your tribe.' He got Bryony up on her feet and let her be supported on his shoulder. As they turned to go a question crossed Bryony's mind.
'Wait! What is your name?' She asked. The Roma man smiled at the question. After all, she had a right to know.
'Pesha.' He smiled. Satisfied, the couple walked away from the scene waving their goodbyes, Edward especially for he knew that life wouldn't be worth living without his wife. Bryony knew that she was in debt to her saviour but she didn't know how to repay it.
Author's note: It may be a while before I put on another chapter because I have small window for going onto fan fiction so I will ask you not to expect quick uploads. But keep faithful my loyal readers and again please read and review. I enjoy the comments but please keep low on the flames if you can. If you have complaints then word them nicely if you can. I'm afraid I have a bit of a short temper (like Ed but not as much: D).
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