A/N: Long time no see- hehe. Gong xi fa cai, happy cny peoples!
and so we begin a new arc, of the start of their Ishbalan journey
theme 020- 'murderer'
word count- 355
The sun rises in Ishbalan desert, painting the landscape with its orange-yellow glow. The desert hasn't reached its peak temperature yet, smothering the are in a comforting warmth, rather than a suffocating heat, which Ishbal was famous for.
Roy blinks at the roof of his tent. It is quite spacious; he is after all, a higher-ranking officer. After ten years, he once again wakes up to the roof of a tent, but this time after a good night's rest, instead of a fitful sleep where he relives the horrors of the day.
He gets up and stretches, shaking the last vestige of sleep off his bones. He lifts the tent flap, only to be greeted by the sight of the rising desert sun, burning like an inferno, a thousand different colours swathed together, encompassed by an orange glow.
He walks around the camp, noting more tents already pitched; more Amestrians have arrived.
He sits on a cliff, dangling his legs off the edge, as he examines some of the sand, a senseless task.
As he picks up a clump of sand, he feels something hard. Upon closer examination, he realises that it is a bullet. The realisation sends a wave of nausea through him. It's funny how one bullet could affect him so, when he was a military man and worked closely with a sniper, and firearms expert.
"Sir?"
Ah, amazing how uncanny her timing is. Whenever she is on his mind, she somehow finds a way to materialize in front of him.
"Yes, Hawkeye. I was just examining the sand. I chanced upon a bullet. I don't think we can ever escape from the aftermath of the genocide."
"Afraid so, sir. Let me see the bullet."
She takes the bullet in her hand, scrutinizing it. She gasps, before turning her head in shame.
Roy picks up on her sudden discomfort.
"It's your bullet isn't it?" He asks softly, slinging an arm around her shoulder, in hopes of comforting her.
She nods weakly ducks her head in shame.
He can tell what she's thinking without even having to look in her expressive brown eyes.
Murderer.
