Song: Imandote

Artist: Son of the Return of Exploring the Cone

Roy stood one the edge of the shattered Ishbalan city, his hands in his pockets. It had been at least… twenty years now, and the people still hadn't made much progress in rebuilding.

It had been a beautiful city before Roy had come.

Down the way, a solitary street busker played a mournful lament.

Imandote stand at the scene of the siege and the slaughter

Where thirty men died for the price of a bottle of water…

Roy smiled mirthlessly and dropped a few coins at the busker's feet. "Play me a happy song. A song of hope." He said, fingering his eyepatch.

The busker, a wiry man with leathery skin and a beard like a sage bush, smiled a gap toothed smile. "You just listen to Imandote's story, see for yourself if it ain't a happy one, eh?"

Roy nodded, and listened to the old man as he again took up the tale of Imandote, who lead his sons and his daughters to the gates of paradise, and brought the rain with his tears. A man who cried for those who died in pointless war, and fought to give his children a better world.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

"Uncle Roy! Shiny!"

Roy spun around and caught the two little blurs rushing towards him in his arms. They resolved themselves into his own dark haired son Colt, and the perpetually grubby blond Trisha Elric, who was holding her 'shiny' aloft for Roy to see. "Yes it is, Magpie." Roy agreed, settling the little girl on his shoulder and taking his son's hand. "Lets go find the others and show them."

They walked off to the gentle sounds of the coming rain.