Hi there.
A tiny little thing for Christmas. Not too sad...maybe?
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
Enjoy~
DisclaimerRoy sat upon his favourite hill overlooking Central. He could feel the cool grass between his fingertips, the warm wind caressing his hair and clothing.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the delighted laughter of children filled the air.
It was perfect.
He felt the thin and damp strands of deep green grass between his fingers, deep in thought as he surveyed the city laid out before him.
He love this country, this city. Everyone was safe from the terrors of war and crime was at a minimum. It was a place for peaeful families and kind people.
It was a place made from dreams...Roy's , he had made it...he was Fuhrer. Leader and protector of Amestris. His dreams had come to life, and now the fairness had been restored to the land. He had formed a government system, and they where now a democracy. He was simply the figurehead that put it all into action.
And he loved it
Everything felt complete, the world he dreamed of was a reality and the citizens were safe and secure. It was everything he had wanted in the world.
It was the perfect country.
"So...why aren't you here to see it with me?" He whispered into the wind.
His expression went from admiring to pained. His eyes expanded to a depth he never showed to the world.
He showed the pain he harboured in his soul.
Yes, he admired this new world. He adored the aura of happiness and the feeling of security.
...but he couldn't love a world that flourished from the spilled blood of his loved ones.
He could see it across his eyes, the streets swamping with the life giving liquid, flooding every crevice and staining the city red. He could see the wandering people below him being stained by the blood of those brave people that died for them, staining them so they would never forget.
They would live with their blood on their hands just as Roy did...Every. Single. Day.
Because he could not forget, not even if he tried. He could never forget those blood splattered bodies and dead eyes that stared into his soul.
He would never forget the two young souls that left this life far too early.
They had died for him. They gave up their families and their lives for his success... It would be beyond selfish if he just forgot their sacrifice.
Hell...one of them had only been sixteen.
He deserved the punishment of hell if he ever allowed himself the sweet oblivion of forgetting.
Roy could see them in his head. Forever circular in his brain in a never ending cycle. Their smiles, their laugh, their anguish, their anger, their happiness and their sadness...forever echoing in his head.
They were both such beautiful and kind people...even if others didn't see it.
First it was his best friend. Maes Hughes. He had such a beautiful and kind personality, and was forever lifting up everyone else's spirits...even to the day he died.
It had been March the 2nd. He had found out the plan of their immortal enemies, and was promptly murdered when he tried to contact Roy. He had died with the picture of his wife and daughter in his hands.
Then...it was Edward Elric. Edward Elric had been a child prodigy under his command as Lieutenant Colonel. He had been barely twelve when he came under his command...but, by that stage he had already experienced the harsh reality of the world, and had lived though more than your average adult. His experiences had made him reject anyone that came close, using a fake personality that kept everyone away. He refused all love and affection from anyone but his brother...only because he afraid of getting hurt again. He had his brother had done the unthinkable...and had paid the price. They leant their lesson, and only wanted to become whole again. And, they had made it in the end...just before he had been murdered.
Just as their final battle ended, Edward was performing a transmutation to bring back his brothers soul. It had been a grand affair and his conscience had left his body as he fought against his demons.
It was going well and he was just finishing the transmutation - body hunched over and vulnerable in the middle of a transmutation circle.
When he was stabbed down the throat.
Roy could still see the sword come down swiftly through the side of his neck, ripping straight though his muscle and tissue and into his heart with an awful squelch.
He had died almost instantly, his small body falling to the ground as blood expanding like wings from an angel.
Roy could still remember torching the spy until he was simply ash.
He could still remember the human Alphonse waking up to see his brothers dead body.
He would never forget his heartbreaking sobs.
Edward had been only sixteen.
Both beautiful people... And both had died for him.
Roy looked out upon the city and the sky began to darken, the sun gone from the sky. The laugher of children disappeared, the songs of birds dissipated into the wind...and there was only silence.
Cold wind tousled his black hair as he watched the city go to rest.
And so, he sat...alone. With no warmth and no life around him.
And that was what he deserved.
Thats all folks! Merry Christmas and I have a big chappie incoming!
GoldBless,
SephrinaRose