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Day 12, Amestris: Rush Valley
We have lost master Ling... Grandfather nor I have any idea where he is... Though grandfather says that he is most likely in this odd city. 'For we had managed to stumble into this city, and so will young master' he had said. Still, I am concerned.
It had all happened yesterday. We knew that there couldn't be no more then a day before we reached Amestris and were quite happy for we no longer had any food rations. None for two days, and going with out water for one. We all felt fatigue sweep our bones and only wanted to escape the inferno desert. However, a sudden desert storm swept us. Swirling, thrashing, and stinging sand was flown all around us. The sand getting in our eyes, and mouth. Even the camels had a hard time. It would be difficult to advance any further, wise to wait it out . In fear of getting lost and taking even longer to reach our destination, or never even getting there at all.
But, exchanging my concern with grandfather was near impossible. Each time I had opened my mouth, sand would block my voice, or it would be carried away on the violent wind to never reach another's ears. In experiencing this, I had tried hand signals. Yet again, another difficulty. Our vision did not fair no more then our voice. We were nearly riding blindly. Only seeing the figure of grandfather and master Ling's camel. I tried my best to keep a steady eye on both. Staying relatively close to one another in a formation with grandfather ahead; leading, master Ling in the middle and I in the back. To insure the safety of our prince from both angles.
Then young master's camel refused to walk any longer. Stopping, even so he urged the beast to continue on, only lowering it's self to the ground, exhausted. The camels as well running low on energy. In seeing this I immediately began to will my camel to stop but the blasted beast would not head. Only continuing on, seeming that if it walked further on it would enter an area where there was no swirling sand. Free from the storm.
I tried continuous times to halt the animal, no success. Only moving on ahead of young master- that was when I jumped from it's back and struggled with all my strength against the wind and sand to get to master Ling. His figure disappearing in the fury of the sand, yet I sensed his chi near by. Knowing that as long as he stayed in a close enough distance, I could sense his chi and ultimately find him. However, I felt him moving further away from me. I shouted for him, but no answer. Only the whistling of wind passed my ears until the storm become more violent. Pushing me back, left, and right. Never pushing me where I wanted to go. I grew furious and worried. Willing my body to go on, clenching my teeth together. My goal to ensure the safety of master. Then, everything seemed to blur...
Finding myself being jolted awake, staring up at grandfather who looked to me with both concern and stern eyes. Quickly I sat up and questioned if young master was near. Finding myself to be in a sort of ally. To my question, grandfather gave a grim shake of his head. But quickly had said that he knew that our prince was alive ushering me to stand so that we may search for him. I felt weak, but stood up. We had later found out this this odd town was known as Rushvalley, upon reading a large sign. Glad that grandfather and I were taught the Amestris language and how to read their odd form of writing.
It seemed like we had been searching for hours, it may have been more or less. I couldn't tell, all that was on my mind was finding our young master. My eyes peered out through the eye holes of my mask. Seeing many people walking about. This country being quite strange to me, I had never before seen people with eyes the color of blue, green, and yellow before. Also the Amestrian people had many different hair colors. In a way, I was amused, but also the citizens walking the streets seemed to look to me and grandfather in the same manner.
"Are they street performers?... or maybe travelers?" I heard a women whisper to a man, looking towards us, wearing our decorated and colorfull masks, aswell as a whole black outfits. The man just shruged.
I felt more eyes upon us, but ignored the stares and continued on.
After some time, grandfather had took notice of my fatigue and shallow breathing. Saying that I should rest for a short time and that he would search for master Ling for an amount of time and then return for me. To switch, so that he may take a short break next; equally exhausted. It sounded like a logical idea. However, I refused, at least on my part at taking a rest. Saying that he may, but I could not relax just yet. An odd feeling about this country...
Despite my words, grandfather stood firm. Staring at me with stern eyes. The way he looked to me when I was a child, when expected to do an important task or before receiving a scolding. I exhaled and gave a short nod before grandfather turned to leave.
And now here I am...
I admit, even so I feel an emptiness in my stomach I am beginning to feel better. Then--
I must quickly go now, grandfather is approaching. I feel that he has information on our prince's whereabouts.
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Author Note: I haven't read the Viz translation of the FMA manga. But I really want to. Even so I know they changed Ling's name to 'Lin' I like Ling better but Lin still sounds good. What is the translation for RanFan. I think it's LanFan? I favor LanFan better.
Oh, and the next coming chapters will be filled with more insight on how LanFan feels about Ling. More so then just a body guard. This will start to arise when they encounter Winry. Since there hasn't really been much LingLan. I'll have fun with that.