Gwg: Another installment of When I Was Gone. I would like to thank everyone for the reviews for they really do mean a lot. Without them I wouldn't be writing anything, which is my passion. So for all those who take the time to tell me what they think, good and sometimes bad, thanks. And now on to the story.
When I Was Gone
Chapter One
Anthem of the Dying
"Taisa, are you alright?" her voice sounded full of concern, but he hid his exhaustion well. The fighting was beginning to have a desperation to it that he couldn't pin, even when he was the one fighting.
"I'm fine, Hawkeye...just fine," he replied tiredly as he ran his gloved fingers through his hair. For two days he hadn't even thought about sleeping since they'd been moved to the front lines of combat. So far no one under his leadership had died and he hoped it stayed that way. Roy had been smart enough to have everyone fighting with someone else to ensure that his subordinates lived. Currently, Jean Havoc was fighting with Kain Fuery and Heymans Breda as it had been. Maria Ross and Denny Bloch had paired up with Watteau Falman as far as combat was concerned.
He was fighting along with Riza Hawkeye and Alex Louis Armstrong, a formidable pair. Maes Hughes had stayed in Central since he was with the Investigations Department and not combat. Edward had been stationed in Central with a few other State Alchemists incase the fight moved towards Headquarters. Another sigh escaped him as he thought about his blonde haired lover with a fondness that he had never quite admitted to. Riza shook her head as she read his thoughts before moving out of the tent to meet up with the others.
Roy followed close after her, the look of fondness erased from his eyes. He instead had a look that bordered between rage and anguish as he moved to the front of his small, but effective, unit. He was their Colonel, a man that was a decorated hero in the eyes of many due to his involvement during the Eastern Rebellion that included the Ishbal Massacre. He personally thought of himself lower than dirt when it came to the Ishbal Massacre, but he never truly talked about it too much.
Roy stepped forward, holding his hand out with a look of determination upon his face. His eyes were emotionless and cold as he stared straight ahead at the enemy, before they went up in flames.