Hey guys! This is my first fanfic so be sure to leave lots of reviews so I know how best to improve myself! :D Anyways, hope you guys enjoy!
And I still don't know whether the correct spelling is Ran Fan or Lan Fan. ._. from the chinese translations it's definitely a 'Lan' but english translations state other wise so if anybody know which is the official spelling, that'd be a great help. :D
Title is a tentative one because I can't come up with titles for nuts. :/
Fullmetal Alchemist (c) Hiromu Arakawa.
The sun set, the death-bed of a day. It's colours, spread throughout the land, covering everyone in a somber yet comforting warmth. Many lives were lost and Ran Fan looked around. Fallen debris, fallen men scattered everywhere. The great gate of what used to be Central Headquarters looming above everyone.
To her left, Ran Fan could see Dr Knox talking to the Colonel and suddenly recalled the words he said to her.
"No more fighting. I'm tired of watching children kill themselves"
Ran Fan looked towards the Prince and contemplated for a while before heading over. Ling was seated in front of her dearest kin. She knelt down and made her selfish request. The young master just looked at her.
"Sure."
Was all he said. Though initially shocked by how easily he accepted her request, she came to realize that he understood as much as she did. She smiled as she watched the prince walk over to May and chuckled at their conversation. Ling picked up the young Chang girl and started to walk away. He stopped his stride and glanced back at Ran Fan. He was waiting.
Ran Fan gave a small bow and walked towards the old man covered by a piece of white cloth.
Ran Fan looked down and saw the corpse of her only family left. Her parents passed away when she was little. Her mother, upon birth and her father, a few years later. She had little recollection of them and her grandfather was the one who single handedly brought her up, teaching her everything she now knew. So many fond memories started rushing back to her. Ran Fan stared blankly before reaching out, tenderly picking up the wrinkled yet tough hand.
"We're finally going home, grandfather. Back to Xing" Ran Fan said as she bid her dearest kin her final farewell.
They bade the Elric brothers farewell and began their march back to Xing, back to home.
A few months later, Ling managed to ascend the throne and claim the title of Emperor. Though missing an arm, Ran Fan still proved herself worthy to be the Emperor's aide.
Ling sat in his chambers as he read through the scrolls, documenting the happenings of his country. His eyebrows furrowed as he read through the latest report. Another noble in Xing was murdered. This was not the first time it happened in the past months and apparently, the killer is not one without motive. Traces were cleverly erased through the use of alchemy and they only targeted those related to the royal family.
Ling sighed and sipped on his jasmine tea. He really shouldn't have let Alphonse Elric enter the country, free to roam without any restrictions. Apparently, an increased amount of people have picked up alchemy or rentanjutsu and thus, a similar increase was happening to the amount of alchemy-related crimes. The murder of nobles through alchemy being the most significant.
"The General Sun seeks an audience with your Majesty!"
The voice snapped Ling's attention to the door. He squinted at the door and instinctively held his sword under the table. Somehow, he had a feeling that the night will not end well.
"Enter." His voice boomed.
The door swung opened as the General of his military stepped in. He bowed and greeted the Emperor.
"At ease." Ling said to him.
The General straightened his back and walked towards Ling.
"I apologise for the disturbance at this late hour but there is a matter of great importance that you must know. The former Emperor has passed away."
"How!?"
"After an investigation was carried out, it appears that he was assassinated in his rest. There were eyewitnesses around who claim they saw the culprit clearly, even describing his features and clothes."
The General steeled his glare at Ling and Ling tightened his grip on his blade.
"Their description…completely matched your highness."
Suddenly, soldiers burst in from the sides of the room and lunged towards Ling. Ling immediately drew his blade from under the table and deflected an incoming blade from his left. He cut the soldier down and hopped onto the table and proceeded to flip over General Sun and dashed for the exit.
Ling kept running but soon halted his steps. The soldiers had been prepared for this and surrounded him, blocking off every possible escape route. The soldiers from before lunged at him and held him down on his knees. Ling Yao struggled furiously before being struck on the back.
"GAH!" He winced and fell back onto his knees.
Ling looked up towards the sound of the footsteps coming towards him. General Sun glared down towards him.
"For the murder of the Great Emperor, Emperor Ling Yao will be stripped from his title and set to be executed during the hour of the Tiger."
Ling seethed at the General only to be met with a sickening grin.
"*我一定会报仇的！"
Ling roared as his world gradually fade to darkness.
"*我一定会报仇的！" translates to "I will get my revenge!"