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(1)=Ray of Light, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood
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After many hours of training as well as mentoring Stonewell finally deemed that they could return to Arendelle. Edward's progress to learning to accept the full aspects of what his body could do as well as what was inside him made the Captain hopeful that he could fight off whatever influence he would be exposed to. The final days of their training wasn't about just strength of body, it was about strength of mind.
Stonewell had Edward recount every painful detail of what Wrath did that horrified him enough to fear his body being taken over.
Initially the young man refused saying that it was far too painful to bring up the past again but the old man was stalwart in his reasoning that if he couldn't accept and move on from what happened then Father would have a better chance at taking his mind. So Edward explained it in minute detail of what happened while he was meditating and balancing a coin on the tip of his claws.
At first glance, it seemed to be a waste of time as well as ridiculous to balance a simple coin on his claws but then when he started talking the coin fell instantly. Whenever it did, the Captain would tell him to start over from the beginning. After the first time it fell, Edward tried to actively balance the coin on the fine tip of his claw but the more he moved, the faster it fell. After watching him fail a few times, Stonewell decided to explain the purpose of balancing a coin while recounting one of his greatest regrets.
If he could learn to accept what he did totally and completely then he should be able to focus and keep his balance. In battle, the enemy would not be above hitting a sore spot to throw you off balance so they could secure an advantage against you. If someone who made him into what he was today fought against him, they would most certainly use his fears to get the best of him.
And all it would take was a subtle twitch in the wrong direction.
One tiny slip up at the wrong moment could be all that was needed to end someone's life. The coin represented the balance, if he could recount the entire tale of what he did while keeping the balance of the coin on the fine tip on one of his claws then he should be able to keep his mind focused if his enemy brought up this particular topic.
It made sense but was easier said than done. Everytime he recounted the story, brief memory flashes would have him flinch just enough for the coin to fall. It was frustrating in the beginning but surprisingly, Stonewell told him that he needed to take his time doing this as this was one of the hardest tasks anyone can ask of another. So after every hour of him failing, the Captain would tell him to take a break and just get his mind straight. No drills, no spars, just the two of them sitting in the cave just staring at the fire.
It took him two full days to finally balance the coin on his claw. Edward wanted to say that it was the result of hard work and determination but it wasn't. What really pushed him in the right direction was the night before he completed his task. He had spent the entire day trying to balance the coin while the Captain went out to hunt for food. By the time the old man returned, it was night time and the young man had let loose a harsh curse as he stared into the flame trying to calm down.
Stonewell said nothing as he walked over with the fruits of his labor over his shoulders and sat down on the other side of the fire in front of the young man and began to prepare their dinner. For a while the two of them said nothing as the older man was still cleaning his kill while the younger one had his head in his hands going through the breathing techniques that he learned. The Captain looked up from his work for a moment before setting it aside and leaning over to grab one of his swords out of his bag.
Hearing the sound of a blade leaving its sheath, Edward looked up to see Stonewell leaning over to grab the dropped coin before setting it on the tip of the very tip of the blade while he balanced the hilt in his hand. It was quite the trick and with no wind blowing into the cave, the old warrior was able to completely balance both the sword and the coin in the palm of his hand.
"Long time ago, before I settled in Arendelle, I was a Commander for one of my homeland's invasionary units. Our main goal was to hit the enemy's numbers as well as their morale. We burned villages, committed assasinations, and kidnapped enemy leaders to torture for information. Back then nothing at all matter to me except the next mission, the next set of orders."
Edward's attention was instantly drawn to the man across from him as he listened to him reminiscent. While the two had known each other, the Captain only spoke of his past when they had that talk in that office once and didn't give any details at all. It was quite jarring to see him choosing to speak now while balancing the coin on a fine tip of a blade that was in the palm of his hand.
"'A good soldier follows orders.' Those were the words I lived by for so long. Whatever they were, I would carry them out. I suppose I did it to prove that I was more than just a 'arrogant, narcissistic, welp that was blessed with skill but no mind to use them.' My father, a retired General in that army, told me that many times. Truth be told, I hated him with all my heart. Not because he insulted me, beat me, or treated me like trash. No, what I hated most about him was that when he lost his leg and was forced to retire, he became a broken shell of what he used to be. He went senile, looking out in the distance seeing phantom enemies coming from him in every direction."
The young man's eyes widened as he considered what Stonewell must have felt seeing his father like that. Having someone rave around seeing ghosts were quite the experience especially if it was one's father. There was also the image gap of seeing someone who was dominant for so long be so weak and frail. Edward was about to say that the Captain didn't have to share this if he didn't want to but his words died in his throat when he took in the entire sight of the man sitting with a neutral expression on his face and still having the coin balanced.
There wasn't the slightest twitch in what he said, he had the absolute focus to tell this as well as keep his balance. So the young man did not stop him as he continued.
"It was quite sad really, the great and powerful General who would say I would never measure up to him was just a broken old man. It drove me to the utter limits of my mind whenever he would be lucid enough to still tell me that I was still weak. So one day, I had enough and killed him when he was having one of his episodes."
Edward's jaw dropped as his mind came to a screeching halt at what he just heard. Stonewell killed his father while he was having a post traumatic stress attack?! He couldn't begin to understand what would drive someone to do that to one's own father. Coming from him, that was saying something. He wished for Talib's death many times but if his father was in a broken state like that, then he would probably leave his tormentor to his own demons.
"In my mind, I thought what would hurt more. Him being killed by his own son, or one of the myriad of enemies he had felled in the past coming for him now that he was helpless. I hoped the latter would cause him more pain. Regardless, when the soldiers found his body, I immediately told them that it was me that did it and instead of throwing me in prison, they put me in a unit where the odds of survival were quite low. The Commander of the unit reviewed my file and personally asked for me to be assigned to him. He taught me many things, from fighting to leading. He made me one of the best of the best. I followed him because he told me what I wanted to hear and made me think that I could do whatever I set my mind to."
The coin was still balanced on the blade.
"He took me to many different places and taught me all I could ever need to be what I am today. I was like a son to him, there was nothing I wouldn't do for him at all."
The coin remained balanced.
"Even when he ordered me to kill my wife, I remained a good soldier and followed his order."
The coin was still perfectly balanced.
Edward stopped breathing at the simple way he just said that last sentence. His mind refused to accept that this man in front of him who had looked out and gave him so much advice would do something like kill his own wife. Even Wrath was deathly quiet as the demon's curiosity was piqued when the old man had decided to shed some light on the finer details of his life.
"My Commander had evidence that my wife was a foreign spy and that she had stolen military secrets. I was not made aware of any of this until one day he called me into his office to show my wife had been interrogated. In that brief moment, a vicious storm of anger had overcome me as I wanted to tear the person who laid a hand on my wife. When my Commander told me that he was the one who did so and why, my mind came close to shattering. Normally, his word was all that I needed but I had to hear it from my wife so when I asked she admitted that it was true."
The young man's face grew somber as the Captain continued his story. It was definitely a sorrowful tale and unfortunately, he had a feeling that it would end in a terrible fashion.
"It threw into question everything that happened between us, it made me wonder if she really loved the life we had, or was I just another target for her. My Commander named it my responsibility since she was my wife and to prove that I was not compromised, I was to execute her in front of my fellow soldiers the next day. That night I agonized on what I should do. The soldier in me demanded I do what I was tasked to do but the husband in me argued that she was still my wife and thus I should adhere to my wedding vows and protect her. Eventually, the soldier part of me overpowered the husband in me and I killed her the next morning. I had proved my loyalty and remained a part of one of the strongest forces to ever roam the lands. Unfortunately, fate had different plans."
Despite the calm and neutral way the older man spoke, Edward could tell that this was painful to tell. However, the coin still remained balanced on his blade, so he continued to listen silently.
"We were attacked not too long after and after a period of time, my home was lost. Everything I fought for and cared for had been completely destroyed and burned to the ground. The enemy had taken our actions against them to heart and launched a campaign where no one would walk away from the conflict. They used everything from fire bombs to infected corpses to ensure that we would fall. After crossing the wasteland that was my home, I eventually arrived in Arendelle. Then the rest you could say, is history."
That seemed to be the end of the story as Stonewell remained quiet as he watched the young man take in the tale as well as turn it over in his head a few times. The old man could see the questions that churned in the younger one's eyes even though he didn't ask any. Edward, tried to rack his mind for something to say but still couldn't help but draw his eyes to the coin that still remained balanced on the tip of the blade.
For a moment, Edward considered the possibility that Stonewell wasn't human. The man was just impossible sometimes, he smoked his weight in tobacco daily yet he was still one of the fittest men he'd ever met. Even though he was quite old, he still moved with more speed than men in their prime and was beyond wise. The feats he'd seen the old man accomplish in battle were also nothing to sniff at, the unyielding and destructive power that fueled his attacks were focused into insightful and effective precision and purpose. What finally clenched his theory was the mindset of the Captain. No human should be able to completely remain calm and balanced after describing such a past, especially considering that the look in his eyes still showed that it was still a painful experience.
"I've learned to accept what had happened in my life and that without it, I wouldn't be the man that I am today. Given the nature of the actions I took, I decided that I had no right to regret them and that all I could do for those who are no longer with us was to continue moving forward. That was the last thing my wife asked of me and I told her I would."
The coin was still balanced.
"But I lied."
The coin finally fell.
"I said before that there was nothing that I regretted when you asked me. That's a lie. There will always be one thing that I regret. Even more than killing my wife, I regret not being able to protect our daughter. She was left alone when her mom was taken away and I told her that I would get her mother back. When I learned she was a spy and was going to execute her personally tomorrow, my wife begged me to put their daughter first. So I did, with her death, my daughter wouldn't be put under suspicion of being a spy and would at least have one parent to look out for her. Yet after everything that happened, she could never look at me as a father again. I failed to protect her and that will always be my greatest regret."
Stonewell finally let the blade tip over so he could grab the handle and place the weapon back into his bag. He could tell that the young man was about to say something, likely some type of condolences but he raised a hand to stop him. Picking up the coin that fell, he held it out to Edward before saying the last thing that he would speak tonight.
"As a soldier, you are expected to carry out the duties you are asked without fail. Sometimes, the things you do separate you from others consider human, yet some argue that a human is a naturally violent being who is wholly and totally sinful. Our history more or less proves that theory, we've killed each other more than helped one another. The idea of peace is a fairy tale that we strive for to ignore all the damage we've done or make it up for it."
That particular line of thought ran parallel with what he was taught growing up, how humans were weak creatures. That no matter what good things happened around them, one of them would always regress into their base instincts and commit a sin for self gratification. As a child, it never occurred to him to continue considering this line of thought as it was only a distraction from his goal and it came from a man he hated. Hearing from a man he respected was quite eye opening and made it sink in that perhaps, humans were truly weak creatures.
And if they were weak, what hope did he have when he was less than human?
"In the beginning, Elsa tried to emulate her father and be the ruler that she thought would make him proud but trying to be someone else will ultimately lead to failure. After I told her the failings of her father, she learned that he wasn't perfect yet did his best which is what she is trying to do. She desires to protect and better the lives of her family, both by blood and the bonds she shares with them. To that end, she strives for peace where one could focus on improving life instead of ways to end it. However there are still people out there who would oppose her and try to destroy what she holds dear so she is resolved to fight them. In her lies the power to completely subjugate any man and if applied correctly, she could force her idea of peace on the world yet she does not. One could take her reluctance to do so as being too weak to do what would be 'best' for her kingdom. That if she didn't have the stomach to commit such an act that she is not fit to lead."
Edward had thought about how much the blonde could accomplish if she applied her abilities in a different way than what she currently used them for. Given the scope of her power as well as the raw strength that she had that was more than what an average Elemental was capable of, she could in theory do anything that she set her mind to. Such power would tempt many to do what they thought was best. He had heard her concerns of what she would do if her delegation to the Southern Isles was detained. She had only said that she would retrieve them, most would simply destroy their enemy but he knew that all she would do is get her people out of there and focus on a diplomatic approach. While it was most certainly a way of doing things, the darker part of him thought how fruitless it would be if she came up against someone else like him and didn't use the full extent of her power because she feared being a monster.
"I disagree, what you may not have known is that Elsa has almost killed before. Not just her sister, but two of Weselton's men tried to assassinate her in order to end the winter she brought upon us. My men reported that she had one pinned against a wall while she was pushing another out of her castle and would have continued if she wasn't stopped by Hans. Since then, she has expressed that she never wanted to use her abilities in such a way again that while she was fine with defending herself and her people, she wouldn't make any offensive attacks that had the potential of killing someone. It takes strength to not regress into your more primal instincts in time of great stress, Elsa has that strength and it makes me proud to serve under her. In truth, I know myself enough to know that if it came down to it, I would kill anything and anyone that stood in the way of my duties. You are a literal embodyment of the sin wrath, by definition, that should be all that you're capable of. Yet here you are trying to be more, trying to better."
Stonewell reached over the fire without any mind of being burned and jabbed his finger at the young man's chest where his heart was and spoke with a sincere and convinced tone.
"I believe you will be better, better than me. I think you have the strength to stick to your ideals in the face of anything that stands against you. To do that though, you have to accept your past self for what he did and look toward the future to what you could be and decide here and now in the present how you plan on moving forward."
Before Edward could say anything, the Captain leaned back into his seat before getting up and moving over to his gear where he laid against it with his arms crossed and his back to the young man. That was generally the pose he took whenever the old man had finally decided to sleep, even when he was asleep, he still had that composed look to him. For the longest time, Edward remained quiet and stared at the Captain's back waiting for him to say anything else but soon accepted that was all he was willing to say.
Truly, the young man didn't know exactly what to think. At first he thought that Stonewell wanted to show him how it was done and that he should be able to do it after some time but the story of his past as well as the added thoughts meant more. It showed that even after accepting what had happened and being better, that the old man still had one regret. One might think that it undermined the entire point of the exercise but to Edward, it made him more resolved to do it. Stonewell was proof that someone like him could be better. That despite his past, he could look to the future. Elsa believed that, so did Anna and Kristoff.
So he would look to the future and do his best to be better.
By the time Stonewell woke up the next morning, Edward had complete balance over the coin and could recount what he did without flinching away at the memory. The Captain then declared that they were done here and that they could pack up their stuff and return to Arendelle. While they packed, the young man attempted to give the coin back to the old man but was told to keep it.
"So I can practice some more?"
"No, it belonged to my father. I took it as a reminder that I would be better. Now I pass it to you in hope that it will remind you to do the same." (1)
Edward's eyes widened as he was about to argue that he couldn't accept something like this but Stonewell was already walking down the trail that led down the mountain. The young man looked down at the coin and was just now aware of how old it looked. It was a foreign silver coin with a faded symbol on it that had scratches and nicks all over it and it had clearly lost its shine but to him, it was worth more than any amount of money. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his watch and opened it taking a quick moment to admire the ice before placing the coin inside the watch and closing it.
The clouds above him started to part and reveal the sun as well as the bright blue sky. Placing his pack on his back, Edward looked up at the sky with a smile.
"Alright, it's a new day, and we've got a long way to go."
"Then I suggest you be on your way, one step at a time." (1)
Grace was finally beginning to return to her original duties under the Duke after her mission to the Southern Isles. While she still worked with the Queen on communicating with other members of the alliance of kingdoms, she would still have time to return to her unfinished works that she was forced to leave behind. Before long, her workload had been caught up, evidence that was a valued member to any lucky to have her.
Currently, she was delivering some documents to a noble before returning to the Queen to continue conversing through some reports. These particular reports seemed to have been delivered by a man who lived on the outskirts of the village. His name was unknown to her but judging by the content of what they contained and the focus the monarch put into going over them, they were quite important.
Her Majesty had deemed Grace as a worthy member of the staff and asked for her word that she would keep these reports in the best confidence. So far, no one knew about them. Only Kai and Gerda seemed to be the only two that were aware of their contents. When the woman asked why Duke Eren wasn't entrusted with the secret of these reports, Elsa explained that while he had proved to be a loyal man, he was still a part of the council.
A council who while they had the best intentions for Arendelle, were still rooted in the old ways and had fought against her when she put forth policy changes that would benefit the common man over the ruling class. She would present these reports to the council after she had thoroughly made her case over them, but for now, she needed to go over all of them extensively. Having another pair eyes of someone who was not in the council but was analytical and unafraid to speak her mind, was a welcome blessing, in the Queen's eyes.
So the two women went over the reports. When they first started, Elsa asked that Grace keep an open mind when she read them yet remembered that the source of these reports hadn't proven himself trustworthy yet. When asked why the writer would give these to them, the Queen answered that the man asked for sanctuary in Arendelle after fleeing his home.
The older woman nodded as she dove into the information in front of her and was surprised when she came across the mentions of demons, immortals, and this Father person. It started with the tale of a man who wanted knowledge so that he may better the world and its people. A noble goal but the man went through less than honorable ways to achieve said knowledge. It went on to him facing off against trolls before being forced to flee with ice in his heart.
Grace's eyes slid to the Queen with a calculating stare for a moment making their way back down to the pages in front of her. To stave off being consumed by the ice, the man had created bodies to somehow place his soul in theirs and avoid becoming ice. Unfortunately for him, the ice was fixed to his soul and with each attempt to control another body, the ice spread through the new one quicker. So he decided to animate the bodies with another soul and have them all search for a way to save his.
The older woman looked down the page and noticed that it had been ripped in half so the rest of the tale could not be known. She expected the Queen might have done that to keep her from reading something she shouldn't be that was already a moot point. So she picked off with the next one explaining entities that were named after the Seven Deadly Sins. The abilities that were described in the reports of what the Sins could do seemed to be out of a fairy tale. A few years ago, Grace would believe this was all the ravings of a crazy man, however her own Queen could control ice and snow. Olus the report actually explained how each one's ability worked to a precise science.
For instance, Lust's ability to influence the minds of others targeted the brain's pleasure centers and literally made them drunk off their emotions as long as she influenced them. The failing of this was that if someone was potentially aware of what was happening and could overcome the intoxication of such pleasure, they could break free of the influence.
There was another break in information about the Sin Pride who upon a quick search, had nothing written down about it. It was like whoever gave them these had more to hide and made it plainly obvious what they were hiding. For now though, Grace skipped it and focused on any and all information pertaining to this Father person. It was quite easy to tell that the story was likely based on this Father person given the scattered facts here and there about how old this person might have been as well as the abilities he supposedly possessed.
All in all, the older woman didn't know why the Queen wanted any of this stuff to be read and considered and was about to ask when a knock sounded at the door. Elsa quickly waved a hand and a light breeze of ice had gathered the reports and deposited them in a single stack before replacing them with one of the myriad of books that was in her study. When she was quite certain that no one would see what they were doing she bid whoever was at the door to come in.
Kai entered the study with a concerned expression on his face. As if he was worried how the younger woman would react to the reason as to why he chose to come. When Elsa noticed his hesitancy to speak she put on a comforting smile to show that he had her full attention. "Your Majesty, a Blackdust ship has been sighted approaching the harbor. Likely they are here to retrieve the young men who escorted Ms. Stillwater to the Southern Isles."
The Queen expected a ship to return after sending a letter to them saying that Grace had returned and they could send a ship to retrieve their men. She also informed them of the circumstances regarding the ruling monarchy of the kingdom and has so far received no reply. Alrick had said that he would be away for some time but she thought that he would return soon since she didn't think that a King would be comfortable leaving his home for too long. Even if it was in trustworthy hands.
"I see, well if they require a place to stay they are more than happy to do so before setting back out. After all it would be somewhat tiring to set sail just after docking somewhere that's two days away." The young woman considered the matter closed and was about to retrieve the reports again when Kai raised a hand uncomfortably to stall her.
"They aren't the only ship that was sighted to be on its way here. We could also see a trio of ships that have flags that hail from the Southern Isles. While the lead ship is grand and looks contain a concerning number of cannons, the two ships at its flanks seem to be smaller escort ships."
Elsa froze before she turned back around with her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. There was a ship from the Southern Isles here, right after Hans has been made King?! She was half tempted to raise the alarm and have all available guards and soldiers prepare for an attack, even if it was only three ships. Her logical side however expressed that the ships weren't likely here for an attack. It made more sense that they were a delegation of some sort.
It made her weigh her options, if it was a peaceful delegation, then she should hear them out since the Southern Isles were part of the alliance, even if it was Hans. if she did, she could learn what he was after here and with Anna gone on her honeymoon, he couldn't use her against the monarch. There was also the option of denying them port and telling them that they would be sunk if they remained in her kingdom. It would be a bluff but hopefully the delegation wouldn't think so since their King had tried assassinating her twice and she now had cause to declare war.
Both options had merits but they also both came with risks. Letting the delegation dock and speak with her could play right into the hands of what they could be planning. While threatening them and they called her bluff would weaken her position against them since legally she couldn't attack them until they were removed from the alliance which she had been working to get that to happen. It all came down to one question.
Would Hans truly believe that she would sink his ships?
The answer was simple.
"Let the ships from the Southern Isles dock and have them escorted here. Tell all the guards to be cautious yet make no move without my express say so."
He knew that she would go to great lengths to remain a pacifist, sinking a delegation even if she had every reason to, was something that she wouldn't do unless they were a direct threat to her people.
Prince Ahimoth was really annoyed in the situation he found himself of being home and planning his wedding as well as completing tasks that his father had left unattended, he was compelled to sail to Arendelle for damage control. Ever since the disappearance of Rahim's armor as well as his weapon, the council has been out for blood. With Rahim's whereabouts being unknown and Alrick in Corona, they had to make due with his blood.
If he thought they piled shit on him before, then he was in for a rude awakening as he bent himself backwards and forward to meet their every whim so they could stay on good terms. More than once, he wished that they were in the military so he could order them to leave him alone or that the King hadn't given them half the power of the throne so there could be checks and balances. With him being just a Prince, not married, a soldier at heart, and being surrounded by older more cunning men than he, Ahimoth found himself beyond screwed.
Luckily he was able to placate them for the most part until some damn letter made its way to one of their offices saying that a set of armor and sword that matched Rahim's had killed the royal family in the Southern Isles. It also said that sniveling snake in the grass Hans was now King and he had personally been attacked by the same man. The King was now on his way to Arendelle to discuss the matter with Queen Elsa and asked that they attend.
The council instantly agreed and wished to set sail right away. They wanted to verify the legitimacy of this claim with the King while checking Arendelle for signs if Rahim was truly there. The Prince knew that they were suspicious of his answer when they asked if he had seen his friend and genuinely meant it that if he had and didn't tell them about it, there would be hell to pay in the form of them having more evidence to prove that the current monarchy was not capable of ruling.
Ahimoth volunteered to accompany the single council member and leave the kingdom to them as a show of good faith. As they set sail, the council member asked what if there was evidence that Rahim was in Arendelle and how the Prince would act. Ahimoth kept his face and tone neutral when he said that should the traitor be in Arendelle, then he would personally capture him and return him to the kingdom to be executed. The council member was satisfied with the answer and left the Prince alone with his thoughts.
Ahimoth couldn't help letting out the breath he was holding as he nervously tapped his fingers together. Fortunately, the council had a base idea of what Rahim looked like as they've never seen his face. Even the soldiers they brought with them hadn't seen the young man. They had a description but only the Prince knew what he looked like. There was also the fact that Edward's skin and hair were different so he could possibly avoid detection but for some reason, Ahimoth felt something terrible was going to happen.
Why would the thief who took Rahim's effects be in the Southern Isles and that same kingdom went to Arendelle to discuss the matter. It was almost as if they thought Queen Elsa sent an assassin to dispose of the ruling monarchy. That was a ridiculous theory but she did have men wearing the same uniform as the killer arrive soon after so if someone who didn't know much about the situation looked at the details then they would see merit in the idea.
The Prince shook his head, he had enough problems to deal with at the moment. The first thing he needed to do was see Edward and warn him not to reveal himself as Rahim or things would be ugly quite fast. There was also the fact that Arendelle didn't have extradition laws which he learned on his last visit here so they couldn't really force the young man to leave since he's been living in Arendelle for a while. If they tried then it would become an international incident and with their precarious situation as a kingdom, Ahimoth knew the council wouldn't want to attract any violent attention.
Ahimoth heard one of the men call out that Arendelle was in sight, but wasn't looking ahead to the capitol. He was looking off their side to see a trio of ships that had flags hailing from the Southern Isles. Seems they would see what the new King had to say for himself sooner rather than later.
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