Author's Note: I wanted you guys to learn an important detail that takes place back in Risembool. Next chapter we will pick back up with Ed and Winry!
Disclaimer: Hiromu Arakawa is a genius.
Into the Dark
Risembool, December 1916
The sun shown brightly over the small, frozen, hill, as it began to set earlier and earlier now since December had arrived. It held so many memories, so many lifeless souls. It was such a sad place to be, especially since there wasn't anyone in the huge, yellow house not far away. An old dog, with just enough strength to walk watched the flowers slowly die that layed on top of the stone grave. It read a name, the only name that seemed to be important to him anymore.
Den missed his master, the one with the long, sunny, blond hair, with bright, blue eyes to match. He loved to remember how she worked along side of her grandma; He loved the sound when two pieces of metal would crash together, for he knew she was creating an extension of someones soul. She was creating life for another, or at least something that would make life a little bit better to get through. He was alone now, as he remembered the years back to when he was so young. In fact, he was surprised he could remember so far away.
The poor dog was about 14 years old, and if a dog could cry like a human being, he would. For it had been just about a month since the last person on this planet that meant anything to him left. Pinako Rockbell had died not to long ago, and it was an extremely sad ceremony. Yes of course all funeral's are sad, but when your the only one left of a family, it's hard to bear it alone.
Den remembered the neighbors who came to support Pinako.
"What ever happened to her grandchild? Did she just leave her?" One would ask.
"The poor old lady must of died from loneliness. Oh this part of Risembool used to be a cheerful place back in the day. Do you remember how close the Elric's and the Rockbell's where over 15 year's ago?"
"Yes I remember. It was a shame when those poor, boy's father left, but when Pinako's son and daughter-in-law died in Ishbal. Oh how upsetting." Den did however recognize one face from so long ago, a young man with black hair in a blue uniform, a black eye-patch covering his right eye, standing next to a woman with with long blond hair, and deep, brown eyes. The dog walked over to the two soldier's, pressing his head on the man's leg.
The man let his hand side down onto Den's head. The dog cold feel he was wearing a glove, as he could not sense warmth in the man's skin.
"How have you been doing big guy?" He bent down, looking Den straight in the eye. "Must be lonely around here, huh?" He sighed. "There just seems to have been too many funerals in the last 15 years... Let's go Lieutenant."
"Yes, General."
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Author's Note: Wow, I have been wanting to do something like this for such a long time, but it came out so short... This will also tie into the story soon enough as well as many other things I have promised. Haha.
On another note, I re-typed the summary for 'Who I Really Am', I thought it needed more thought put into it. And, I have started to re-edit some chapters, I would love to eventually re-read over them all, and fix silly typos that I missed the first time, as well as adding a few words where necessary.
The next two chapters are finished, I just have to look over them again. And I want another lemon soon...