A/N - A couple hours ago I saw the new FMA movie, The Sacred Star of Milos, and I absolutely loved it! After saying that, this drabble is based on a very small scene in the movie and although it's not very spoiler-ish, I'm still warning you in case you don't wanna read anything dealing with the movie yet! :D


Flying


He gave me a smile—the cocky smile that was full of confidence; the smile I secretly love—before saying, "Hold on tight."

I couldn't say no. I couldn't say this was crazy. Not to him and not right now. So instead, I just did as he told, hooking my arms from behind and onto his shoulders, clinging for dear life.

He gripped my wrist with his flesh one in response, and together, we lunged into the abyss that was the valley of Milos.

At first, I screamed my lungs out in fear as we jumped off the cliff, free falling. However, that fear was soon replaced by a rush of adrenaline as the wings he wore caught onto the wind and flew down, turning my screech into a yelp of excitement.

We were flying.

Flying.

Even though I knew I should be worried about everything else going on around us—both below and above us—for those few seconds, I didn't. I didn't care. It was just Edward, me, and the wind that carried us.

But as we landed in the slums of the valley—landed in the battlefield—reality came crashing down on me like the bridge that once connected this land of Milos to the rest of the world.

My concerned cerulean eyes met his determined topaz ones, attesting that what I saw wasn't a dream.

It was no where near it.

No.

This, was war.