Thank you for the few favorites and follows! I think I should get a few chapters out there to kickstart everything! Winry will meet Ed in this chapter! A little fluff at the end, but be warned! There is a part with a T-M rated situation! I hope it doesn't offend anyone! Mild violence and violation! Be warned!

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(Excerpt no.1)

Amestrian currency log:

1 Gold bar = 50 gold cens

1 Gold cen = 20 silver cens

1 Silver cen = 10 cens

1 cen = 1 cen

Additional Values:

1 Gold bar = 10000 cens

1 Gold bar = 1000 silver cens

1 Gold cen = 200 cens

A cen is the common currency used in everyday life for average, middle class Amestrians. The value of a cen has gone down due to the amounts of copper used to make cens being replaced by large quantities of lead and bronze. Pure copper cens became rare to find in the year of XVII.

- Edited by Kain Fuery, Amestrian Royal Scholar


There was a time where Nymphs could fly the skies without fear of being discovered by the humans.

There was a time where Nymphs weren't hunted like prey by the humans.

There was a time when Nymphs and humans were friends.

Winry was calling bullshit on that last one.

She hissed as her injured wing was grabbed harshly and she was dragged out of that damned cage. The dagger dug deeper into her thigh and the wounds protested at the harsh treatment. She had tried pulling out the dagger, but Kimblee had simply stuck it back in the same place. Over and over again. She learned to live with the pain of the damn thing in her leg and it hardly bothered her anymore...until now. At least she was out of the cage. 'Good Riddance.' She was tossed onto a stage where four other nymphs were standing beside a podium. Winry didn't notice as Travis, the one she dubbed as 'coward', tied her hands behind her back roughly with thick, scratchy rope.

No, she was preoccupied. She stared at the other Nymphs in horror, with their frail bodies and downcast eyes. 'They've already given up hope...' She refused to cry. She would cry for them when she was alone and could grieve in peace. She could tell they were trying to stay strong. Luckily, none of them were Riza or Al.

A crowd had gathered in the stately building with tall white walls and ceilings and a huge stage, which she was standing on. She watched in abject terror as one by one, the Nymphs were bid on and plucked from their spots on stage. 'Are they...being bought? That means...they're being auctioned...'

Finally, she stood as the last Nymph on stage.

A balding man stood behind the podium in crisp clothing with a small wooden gavel. "Now, young nobleman, do we have a surprise for you! We are in the very presence of Nymph Royalty! And with the most extravagant of wing colors on any Nymph we've ever recieved! This is a Princess of the lovely savages, and the starting bid is 15 gold cens!"

Immediatley, hands shot up to one-up the last bidder.

"1 Gold bar!"

"2 Gold bars!"

"5 Gold bars!"

Winry was so offended. Being labeled as a savage, and despite being compared to a savage, to be bid on as of she were made out of diamonds- No, to be bid on as if they could put a price on her life and worth- officially made this day her worst.

"15 Gold bars!"

"25 Gold bars!"

Then a raven haired man sauntered through the crowd. She looked to him, meeting his steely gaze. Blue met Onyx. Winry had a feeling he was about to make history.

"50 Gold bars for the Nymph Princess." His tone left no room for argument.

"I haven't seen this in my lifetime! This is the largest sum paid for any Nymph- No! For anything in this auction house! Going once! Going twice!" The balding auctioneer paused for dramatic before pounding his gavel with a loud "SOLD!" that resonated throughout the building. "And the prize goes to this young gentleman! What's your name, lad?"

"Roy Mustang, Captain of the Amestrian Royal Guard."


'This is uncomfortable.'

After the auction, everything had passed in a blur. She could vaguely remember being gagged by the balding man- most likely to prevent her from speaking; as if she would speak to them- and tossed to the Captain, who threw her over his shoulder with a grunt. She hissed through clenched teeth when the small dagger was pushed up to the hilt in her leg.

It was rather uncomfortable with his sharp shoulder blade digging into her stomach constantly. At least his cloak was made of thick material that cushioned it a bit. Just a bit.

An older man with grayish hair and weirdly closed eyes stepped forward to interrogate Mustang. She felt Mustang's shoulders rise and fall as he sighed. "What is it, Falman?" He kept his hand on Winry's lower back so she wouldn't slip off of his shoulders, much to her displeasure.

"Captain, it's quite unusual to purchase a Nymph. Afterall, didn't you say you disliked these type of events?"

Mustang grunted in acknowledgement. "Yeah, but she's in more danger surrounded by those lechers. I know of someone who can probably take care of her in this shit land."

"Oh? Who?"

Mustang clicked his tongue- probably in annoyance at Falman's persistence- and sighed yet again before giving in. "You do know that it's our one and only Prince's birthday today, correct?"

"Edward? Are you sure about him? And won't it be suspicious if you just give him a Nymph you payed 50 damn Gold bars for?" Falman lowered his voice to a whisper and coughed nervously.

"It won't be suspicious if I 'give' her to him as a present. Afterall, I actually forgot to get him a birthday gift. It'll be the first year he doesn't get a gag gift from me."

Winry tensed at the thought of being passed on like property. Humans really were disgusting; even the handsome ones. Falman coughed again in anxiety and fell into step alonside Mustang, who had continued to trudge to wherever the hell he was taking her. An uncomfortable silence remained between the three souls, though Winry hadn't actually contributed to their earlier conversation. She grumbled in protest as the Captain shifted her weight on his shoulder. She groaned silently into the gag as his shoulder blade once again pierced her side. Falman gave a few more anxious coughs to ease the silence, but eventually gave up on his attempts to spur on conversation.

And then only the silence remained.


Winry was was shivering alone in her cell.

Following the silence, was a long trudge through the snow. Winry observed the snow in silent fascination. In the enchanted forest where the Nymphs lived, it was always Spring. Snow was entirely new to her. While she disliked the cold and the bland color that surrounded them, she was fascinated most by how the tiny flecks of falling snow had accumulated to a blanket to cover the earth. Fascinating.

They arrived at the back entrance to a huge stone palace. She had never seen any structure so huge. Winry's eyes widened and she felt an emotion that she couldn't decipher flutter in her stomach. Amazement? Curiousity? Fear? All of the above? She didn't know.

The Nymph Princess was then tossed into a holding cell by two different guards who groped her the entire way there. She had recieved no food, no medical treatment for her injuries and nothing to shield her from the cold. Her lavender-colored dress was ripped and dirty and couldn't do much to cure the latter. No, she wouldn't ask for food or blankets or clothes from the two imbeciles who stood guarding her cell. So she curled up on the sad little cot in the corner, bit her lip, and toughed it out. Eventually, she just draped her wings around her like a blanket. It would've sucked if she survived this long only to die of something as trivial as hypothermia.

She waited for hours, unsure of what she was even waiting for. Winry had watched out the small, barred window until the sun dipped below the horizon, and then continued to watch as the stars lit up the night sky.

The Captain, Roy Mustang, sauntered into her cell, unnoticed by her until he was standing right beside her. She raised her head to look at him as he flashed her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Miss...uh..." He stared at her, prompting her to give him her name. She blinked at him in silent refusal. He cocked a brow at her refusal, but again was only greeted with silence. "Nevermind." He shook his head and crouched by her feet, binding them at the ankles. She glared at him, burning holes into his head with her gaze. 'If only looks could kill...'

He then scooped her up without warning and tossed her over his shoulder again. She hissed in pain as her injuries burned as he jostled her. The feathered end one of the arrows snapped against the impact and fell pathetically to the dungeon floor. Mustang either didn't seem to notice or he didn't seem to care. If it hadn't already been hilt-deep in her thigh, the dagger would've pierced her leg deeper.

She watched as her view of the stars from the tiny dungeon window shrunk until she could gaze no more. Winry briefly wondered if she'd ever see the stars again.

Mustang trudged up the stairs of the dungeon and kicked the door open. After jogging down a few hallways (much to Winry's dismay), he stopped in front of a room with a large set of extravagant double doors. The Princess rolled her eyes at the flashy doors.

Nymphs tended to live in simplicity compared to these humans; nothing less than what you needed and if you earned it, you could live with what you wanted. No Nymph was selfish, however. They lived harmoniously with one another.

It was funny, really, that those human pigs could live like royalty.


Winry was fighting like a wild cat.

She had never been more afraid in her life. Not when being captured, or at the auction, or even when being beaten by Kimblee. How had things ended up this way?

Mustang had waited outside that room for what seemed like an eternity. Winry eventually fell asleep and awoke, unnoticed by Mustang.

"Oi, Captain Bastard! Where the hell have you been? You disappeared over an hour ago!" Winry didn't recognize the voice of this person and decided that pretending to be asleep for a while longer couldn't hurt.

"I had to fetch your birthday gift. Afterall, it's not everyday you turn eighteen. You're a man now, runt, and I thought this would be the year I didn't get you a gag gift."

"Bullshit! And don't call me a runt!"

Winry peeked under her lashes to catch a glimpse of a handsome young man. His fiery gold eyes glowed with anger at Mustang. His hair was well groomed and matched his beautiful eyes. And of course he was tanned, toned, and dead sexy. Winry could've slapped herself for these thoughts. He was surprisingly short; probably only a few inches taller than her, and she wasn't very tall.

"No, really. Hold out your arms." The young man furrowed his brow, but reluctantly did as he was ordered. Needless to say, he was surprised when the Captain of the Royal Guard dumped Winry in his arms.

"What the hell?!"

"Careful! You'll wake her. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you, Edward?"

The Nymph Princess briefly noted that the man whose arms she lay in was the Prince.

Edward lowered his voice as he hissed at the Captain. "She's a nymph, not an object!" So he must've took notice of her wings, neatly folded against her bac- wait what? He...hadn't treated her like an object...

Winry almost gasped at this revelation. Almost.

Apparently Mustang was just as surprised as she was, as he cocked a brow in curiousity, masking it as amusement.

"That's exactly why I entrusted her to you. She's safer here with someone who won't think of her as an object to possess, or a prize. If I hadn't done anything, she probably would've become a sex slave for some lecherous old nobleman."

"Okay, okay, I get the point, dammit!" The Prince sighed before handing her back to Mustang. "Can you have her taken to my chambers? I need to go get some medical supplies for those wounds."

Mustang smiled softly at Edward before he watched the Prince walk off in the opposite direction. A guard- probably starting the night shift- trotted up to Mustang.

"Urgent news, Captain! The Generals of the army and high ranking officers of the Royal Guard are being called for an urgent meeting!"

Mustang narrowed his eyes at the young guard. He was a newbie by the looks of it. "On whose orders?"

"By orders of the King, Sir!"

Mustang sighed before handing the novice guard the Nymph. "Bring her to Elric's quarters as quickly as possible, then leave." He narrowed his eyes in warning at the rookie, for good measure. Then he stalked off for what was probably another boring War meeting. Winry catiously peeked up at the guard she labeled as 'novice' from beneath her lashes. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his arms. While it was true she wasn't entirely comfortable in Mustang's arms, this man felt sinister. Malicious. Unpredictable.

He jogged through the hallways, turning many corners and darting into many corridors and overall making Winry feel lost. It was only when he turned a corner for the eight time (yes, Winry kept count), did he encounter another soul. Two guards fell into step beside the Novice, chatting animatedly about nonsense like where to get the best brandy and the best place to 'score hot chicks'. Whatever that last one meant. She couldn't care less about their mindless chatter. Until the subject turned to her, that is.

"Hot damn," The first guard cooed. "This Nymph is just so damn cute."

This provoked laughter from the Novice who was still carrying her in his arms. "I know, right? I just wanna eat her up." The hand attatched to the arms that supported her legs began to roam her backside, carressing her pert bottom. Winry nearly flinched in disgust.

"I don't think the Prince will mind if we decided to have little fun with her, would he?"

The Novice set her down on the ground, against a wall of the hallway. Winry stiffened as they drew nearer to her. She snapped when one of the savages squeezed her breast.

The crack of the slap resonated down the empty halls, bouncing off of the walls and amplifying the sound.

"Ooh, a feisty one!" Without warning, Winry was dragged to her feet by her hair. Ignoring her stinging scalp, she managed to shove off the hands that were knotted in her hair only to have said appendages held tightly behind her back by the Second guard. He didn't have any trouble restraining her hands; they were still bound with that scratchy rope. With her writhing to get free, the rope sliced into the tender flesh of her wrists causing blood to trickle out of the wounds and drip down her hand.

Luckily, Captain Mustang hadn't bound her ankles tightly and she was able to slide her feet out of them. But Her luck ended there. Panic welled up in her chest as the Novice guard forced her legs apart and lifted her up to let her body sit on his. She struggled, making her hips clash harshly agains his and he groaned obscenities in her ears, much to her disgust. The Second guard laughed softly while squeezing her breasts like he had done earlier.

And that's how and why she was here now. Writhing like an animal. Clawing like a wild cat. Biting like a wild dog. Fighting desperately to survive. The heathen laughed at 'how cute she was' when she tried to shove the Novice guard away.

Winry nearly cried at how helpless she was. The thought she was truly going to be violated by these men- no, by these monsters- made her sick. She cringed at the wave of nausea that wracked her body. If she had been fed, she would have vomitted.

Then, like a saving grace, a gloved fist smashed into the side of the Novice guards face. She nearly hollered in joy at the intervention. Her temporary triumph was replaced by surprise when she saw it was the Prince, Edward Elric who had come to her rescue. The Second guard dropped her in fear and tried to run away from the enraged Prince. Winry fell on her bottom and leaned against the wall for support; she had momentarily lost the ability to stand. Winry watched as Edward grabbed the Second guard by his shoulder and slammed his head against his knee. The guard crumpled to the floor and Winry felt a sickening amount of satisfaction bubble i her chest. The First guard was luckier; he only had his nose broken. It was the Nocvice guard who had the worst punishment. The Novice was kicked in the crotch and dragged up by his hair to look Edward in the eye.

"How fucking dare you. Don't you ever touch a woman that way! Not without consent!" Winry's heart froze at his words. A woman. He thought of her as a woman. A person. Not an object, a person.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll give you all a proper punishment." The Prince then wasted no time in gently scooping her up and carrying her to his room. She was silent the way there and much to her surprise, so was he. Anger seemed to radiate off of him. It was astonishing how a human- this human- could feel anger on her behalf and defend her.

The next thing she registered, she was sitting on the edge of a plush bed, facing the Prince, who was illuminated by candlelight.

"I'm sorry, I should've taken you here myself." Winry hiccuped at this, unsure of what to think. Edward merely coughed uncomfortably, and asked in a gruff tone, "Are you okay?"

No, she wasn't okay. Maybe it was because he was the only person she had encountered who had cared. Maybe because he was the only one who hadn't treated her like a possession or a prize. Maybe it was because she felt surprisingly comfortable being held in his arms.

Winry began to cry. It errupted into full fledged sobbing, and she was sobbing in his arms.

It was surprisingly comfortable.


The thing about pain is it won't last forever, and it kills you right now, but with time it gets better.

- Eric Hanson


So that's the second chapter! Please review if you want me to continue! This is a new story so I'm not expecting much, but still.

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