A Ring of Flowers

Edward Elric


"Edward, would you be a sweet and transmute something for your mother? Yes, I know," She smiled, "A ring of flowers would be nice." I don't know how to make flowers, I'm sorry mother I can't do it; "You see your father... always used to make them for me..." The life drained slowly from her eyes. I gripped on to her hand, with Al, as it went limp.

No, she can't be dead. I won't let her be dead. My brother and I cry, ignoring Granny Pinako when she asked us to come with her. How could we leave our mother? It was downright cruel. Al clings onto my side, wailing muffled in my shirt.

The funeral is held on a warm day, which seems highly inappropriate in my eyes. It should be raining, bucketing, and the heavens weeping for my mother. She was like an angel, and deserved to be mourned for properly. The priest read his lines, and the town's people shed their tears, but I remained unmoved. I was angry, and determined. Although she was gone now, she wouldn't be for long.

As the procession cleared, my brother and I remained. I glared at the gravestone, Al looking at it sorrowfully with his head buried between his arms. I would not let my brother suffer, he didn't deserve to suffer.

And we both knew why our mother encouraged our alchemy so much; it was because it reminded her of dad. When really, what kind of a father was he? Leaving us like that, making her ill. I was never going to forgive him. If he'd come home, he I would have forgiven him over time – but he killed mom. For that, I could never forgive him.

"I'm cold, and hungry," Al whimpers, "What are we going to do without mom?" He asks, biting his lip, as the tears roll down his cheeks. I shake my head and clench my fist.

"We're not," I hiss. He looks up in confusion and I am sure now, that with this determination, we can do it, "We're going to bring her back.