AN: ok, this has been on my mind for a long time, for those who don't know how Scar got his right arm and don't want the surprise to get ruined, don't READ!
Scars
A man walked through the woods quietly. The sun was high and the hot air was heating up around his body. The sound of a stream caught his attention and after looking around he decided to investigate. When he reached the waters he looked around cautiously. Finding no sign of anyone nearby he left the cover of the woods and approached the stream. He knelt down dipping his fingertips into the water. Pulling off his heavy coat and shirt he laid them on the bank nearby. Dipping his cupped hands into the water he splashed his face and arms with the cool water making the mid day heat disappear. Leaning over the water he studied his reflection. His eyes went to the X on his forehead. He thought it was funny how that one scar was his namesake when he had so many.
He had a small round scar on his leg from where a bullet had entered his leg during the rebellion. He remember sitting on a pile of rubble while a field surgeon pulled it out. He also remembered running off to join the fighting as soon as the man had finished dressing the wound.
There was a small gash on his chest an alchemist had managed to land a blow, he remembered it had been his first fight with an alchemist after he discovered the power in his arm. The man had used a mixture of blades and wind to propel the daggers at him. Scar had learned to always expect the unexpected when fighting alchemist after that.
A scar on his knee from when a cave and collapsed on him as a youth. The gash was wide and reached from the top of his knee to the underneath. He remembered people running around franticly trying to ding him out and after they knew he was safe punishing him for worrying them so. That scar was one he was fonder of then others.
His left went to his arm. It traced the scar the encircled his upper arm. But then again, it wasn't really his arm. His brother had given Scar this arm after he lost his real one. That scar showed where Scar's real arm ended and his brothers began. He thought it ironic that all that was left of his brother was a cursed arm.
His scars were his memories. Each had a story behind it and in a way they were his only history, the last reminders of his past that he carried around with him.
Scar redressed and restarted his journey, knowing that before long another scar would be placed on his body. But he didn't mind, they were his reminders and he never wanted to forget.
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