Chapter 2
It was a cool night as Roy Mustang walked home from the office. Even though he knew that Armstrong was on the case, Mustang still had an uneasy feeling about the death reports. How could they catch a murderer who left his victems virtually untouched? As he continued thinking about the deaths, Mustang noticed his breath slowly becoming visible. The temperature was dropping rapidly, and he started to notice a fine mist was enveloping him. In response, Mustang snapped his fingers and ignited the air about him. Both the cold and the mist were instantly driven back. With the dim light of the flame about his hand, Mustang could see the figure of a tall, lank man merely ten feet away. Suddenly, the figure spoke.
"It was a good idea to drive back the mist. Much longer and your gloves would have been soaked and useless. Although that would have made this easier." The man's voice was thick and raspy, as though it had not been used in a long time. The figure than began to move tword Mustang. As he did, His features became more distiguishable. He was tall, a bit over six feet tall. He had long, dark brown hair and piercingly cold blue eyes. Mustang felt as if he could frostbite just by looking into them.
"What do you want?" asked Mustang in an authoritive voice.
"Oh, please forgive me, I've been so rude not to introduce myself. I am Tobias Sturmstron, the Ice-Blue Alchemist. As for what I want, I want my life back."
He fixed Mustang with a piercing look that showed the deepest loathing as he said this.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" replied Mustang.
"Oh, I think you do, Flame Alchemist. You see, I was living in Ishbala during the war. I had arrived before the war as a state alchemist, and a recived a rather cold welcome from the Ishbalans. However, there was one Ishbalan named Isis who did not treat me as an outcast. She was kind and taught me the ways of the Ishbalans. I impressed her by not resisting their ways, but embracing them and more or less becoming an Ishbalan myself. When the others saw that I was not going to force our westren beliefs on them, but to accept their ways, I was accepted into their culture. In the time I had spent learning from Isis, I had fallen in love with her. I asked her and her father for her hand in marrige. All of them were quite pleased by this and my offer was accepted. We were married soon after." As Tobias recalled this memory his eyes softened and he continued his story.