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{ A/N: Why hello everyone! I do believe that this is my first fanfiction. From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely hope you all enjoy my stories! Remember, if you love my stories, please tell your friends!:3 }
Resembool.
The town of laughter, peacefulness, yet tragedy.
Many martyrs had died, many innocent people murdered.
No one knew the truth of the town.
No one knew the secrets lurking underneath it's mask.
Xing.
Adventurers descended from the country.
The savers, the healers.
The place where Alkahestry began.
But no one knew its history.
It was for them to find out.
Amestris.
That one word caused many troubles for the world.
Military.
State Alchemists.
The terror they brought.
It couldn't be helped.
Ishval.
Those dark skinned, white haired and red eyed 'monsters.'
No one knew the truth.
They just got judged.
Without getting a second thought to it.
Wars destroyed it.
The heroes rebuilt it.
Now it was their turn.
To fight back.
Rain poured down from the grey sky, the sun hidden amongst the clouds. It hardly rained in Central, making it a truly horrific - yet enjoyable sight. A pen tapped against a wooden desk, the tapping mimicking the rain outside. As the figure stretched, yawning softly, they spoke. "Lieutenant Colonel Hawkeye?" The voice was husky, a deep toned voice that sounded somewhat attractive. It belonged to Roy Mustang, a now General of the Military of Amestris and the legendary Flame Alchemist.
"Yes, General?" The Lieutenant Colonel answered politely, walking slowly over to her superior's desk. The woman was Riza Hawkeye, the daughter of the alchemist who created Flame Alchemy and the woman with the Hawk's eye. As she got to the General's desk, she nodded slightly to him, placing her hands in front of her in a sophisticated manner.
The man chuckled to himself, slowly swivelling his chair over to overlooking the city. "Have the reports came in from Miles and Scar? About how Ishval is doing?" He questioned abruptly, a small smile on his face as he turned back to face the Lieutenant Colonel.
"The reports, sir? We haven't received any for the past 4 months. . . ." She replied while checking her notes, making sure she was not mistaken. It was strange for them not to have gotten a report. Something fishy was happening. . .
His face blanched, all colour leaving his face suddenly. "You don't think they've been?. ." His breath was caught short. Shock rippled through his body suddenly, his thoughts leaving his body. As the General stood up quickly, Roy marched passed Riza, opening the door and waiting for the woman to join him. "You coming, Hawkeye?"
Riza knew where he was coming from. Those thoughts he was having, she was having them too. It scared her that it could be true, or. . . something worse could be happening. "Yes, sir." She answered as she walked out of his office, making her way down to the Führer's office.
Roy smiled at her, shaking his head slowly. "So without me saying anything, you knew where I was heading?" He teased, grinning at her.
She sighed irritably, placing a hand to her head. "What if I just want to visit my dear Grandfather? You didn't think about that."
Her little 'comeback' shocked him, but after he gained his composure, he nudged her shoulder. "What's that meant to mean, Hawkeye?" He asked questionably, stretching his arms out forward and yawning some more.
Riza rolled her eyes and shoved him away playfully. "Doesn't matter, General. Let's just go tell the Führer your verdict." The pair were quiet for a while before they encountered the door to the room. The wooden door had patterns on it of dragons and alchemic structures.
As the General pushed the door open, a booming voice welcomed them. "Why hello there, General, Riza! Come in, come in!" Führer Grumman beamed, stepping out of his seat and starting to prepare tea for them. As he poured the mixture into two mugs, he walked over to them, placing the cups in front of the two seats in front of the desk. "Don't be scared! I won't bite - yet."
Roy gulped, the sweat trailing down his forehead as he entered the room. With the Lieutenant Colonel following him, he gave her a weak nod. Sitting on to the seats provided, both of them nodded to each, indicating for Riza to start.
"Well, Führer Grum-"
"Grandfather is fine~" He interrupted her, a cheerful grin on his face and tilting his head slightly.
She sighed infuriately, shaking her head in sheer embarrassment. Thank god he only said that in front of the General. . . . "Well, Grandfather. General Mustang here is in charge of the whole restoration of Ishval, right? Well usually each month we get updates from Colonel Miles and Scar, but we haven't. . . For 4 months."
The older man nodded questionably, thinking about the whole situation before speaking.
Roy noticed this, and decided to have his say. "Personally, Führer, I think they could of been murdered. We've always had at least a brief report from them by now. It is quite worrying for the whole restoration of Ishval if they have been killed."
Grumman smiled at Mustang, giving him a reassured look. "Don't worry, if they were killed, we would know by now. I can assure you they are alive and healthy. Although, it does make me question as to why they haven't put their reports in yet."
Riza didn't know what to say. 'Why don't you just say what you are thinking?' I don't want it to seem like I hate the Ishvalens. . . 'It won't happen like that, me. Just say it.' As she cleared her throat loudly, getting the men's attention. "I'd like to have my say on the matter, Grandfather, General." The woman them took a deep breath before continuing. "With this current situation, I'm currently afraid for all of our well beings. I'm starting to think as to what if, what if, the Ishvalens will fight back. Take back what they lost." She knew it was a stupid idea, but she had to say it.
The General started to laugh suddenly, clutching his sides in pain and the tears seeping out. "Pfft, Lieutenant Colonel. Why would they do that, exactly? We helped the their country. So why would they seek revenge?"
Grumman didn't reply, he knew that what Riza had said was a possibility, one that most likely was true. As he glanced over at his watch, he smiled at them. "Well, I ought to be going, you two. So you both might as well make your exit as well." He replied as cheerful as usual, grabbing hold of his cap and carefully placing it on his head. The clinks of his steps echoed along the corridor, his stance straight and his thoughts in a world of their own. What if what she was saying was right?
As the General sighed in relief, making his stand as he smiled at his Lieutenant Colonel. "The Führer will sort everything out, remember that." He knew that somehow, they'd find out the reason for why the reports hadn't came in.
Riza stood up with him, standing in a formal stance and smiling back. "I know, I just am worried. What if there is a war on the horizon? Anyways we might as well be going back to duty." She said with a sigh, making her way out of the office.
Roy tilted his head slightly, following her and making his way back to his office. "So, Hawkeye, how are you feeling to-" He was cut off short as his eyes noticed his door being left wide open and Riza standing in the doorway. As he walked past her, he gasped in utter shock. His office. . . . It was, destroyed? Cabinet doors were swung open, paperwork lying all across the floor and glass shards gleaming on the floor. Storming in quickly to see if there was any other mess, he noticed a sash with writing on it. It looked like it was written in blood, the writing all smudged. He couldn't read it, it looked like it was a complete new language that the person had made up.
The Lieutenant Colonel made her way in as well, approaching the General and looking at the sash. "What is that?. . . ." She questioned out loud, tilting his hands so that she could see it.
"It looks like it was written in a completely different lan-"
She cut him off quickly by placing a finger over her lips and shaking her head wearily, fear showing on her face. "It's written in Ishvalen. . . . . It says 'Prepare for the fateful day of your downfall'. ."
{ Well I hope that was okay for a first chapter! I know it isn't the best, but hey, I tried. So yes, I hope you all will look forward to the next chapter. See you later, my lovelies! }