Title: The path of no return
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Scar.
Note: Action located after what happens in volume 15, something like after the war Ishbal.
Disclaimer: Neither Scar, Full Metal Alchemist not belong to me, if you are by Hiromu Arakawa
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Scar.
Note: Action located after what happens in volume 15, something like after the war Ishbal.
Disclaimer: Neither Scar, Full Metal Alchemist not belong to me, if you are by Hiromu Arakawa
By day I wandered aimlessly, almost no had the strength to stand. I could not anymore, so he fell and crawled to get under a tree.
For the first time he was hungry, had not eaten in days. He had lost track of time since he started walking. Began to notice as he ached all over, some had open wounds began to bleed. Is under the bandage as he could.
breathing hard, he felt faint. Her eyes slowly closed.
At that time he realized that the landscape had changed since the road was not where he had been walking. The green fields surrounding it had disappeared. Everything went dry, the orange color of the desert. In the background I could see some buildings that were familiar. Was Ishbal.
The city was intact, as if it had never been a war, still had the feeling of being in a ghost town. Wandered the streets, thinking that maybe their family was safe and that everything would have been a bad dream. He arrived in a small building, undoubtedly was the home of his parents. He stood a moment before entering, as if hesitating.
For the first time he was hungry, had not eaten in days. He had lost track of time since he started walking. Began to notice as he ached all over, some had open wounds began to bleed. Is under the bandage as he could.
breathing hard, he felt faint. Her eyes slowly closed.
At that time he realized that the landscape had changed since the road was not where he had been walking. The green fields surrounding it had disappeared. Everything went dry, the orange color of the desert. In the background I could see some buildings that were familiar. Was Ishbal.
The city was intact, as if it had never been a war, still had the feeling of being in a ghost town. Wandered the streets, thinking that maybe their family was safe and that everything would have been a bad dream. He arrived in a small building, undoubtedly was the home of his parents. He stood a moment before entering, as if hesitating.
- Brother? - Asked as he entered. Just
was light in the room, which had seeped through the open door. Not seem to have been someone there in a long time, but the books and notebooks were messy on the floor indicated that they were there before you went in a hurry. Looked at some of the leaves, immediately recognized the handwriting of his brother. She thought it would be vivo.
left the house and walked the streets calling his brother and their parents, but found none. Began to despair when I get to a point in the city that he vaguely remembered. It was an old building where the young monks instruíaa recalled that this was where they met that accursed national alchemist. But there was nobody there. I could not believe he had lost his family again. Desperate, he collapsed clutching at his face as he gasped.
suddenly woke up, realized that continuaba debajo del árbol en el que se había dejado caer. Estaba anocheciendo y empezaba refrescar, pero él yacía empapado en sudor. Ahora sí, lanzó un grito de dolor.
A duras penas consiguió ponerse de pie, pero a la vez se sentía como si algo volviera a darle fuerzas. Recordó por que seguía con vida, haría pagar con sangre todo lo que los alquimistas habían hecho a su pueblo y a su familia.
Finalmente, continuó la marcha hacia ninguna parte en busca de un destino que acababa de trazar.
was light in the room, which had seeped through the open door. Not seem to have been someone there in a long time, but the books and notebooks were messy on the floor indicated that they were there before you went in a hurry. Looked at some of the leaves, immediately recognized the handwriting of his brother. She thought it would be vivo.
left the house and walked the streets calling his brother and their parents, but found none. Began to despair when I get to a point in the city that he vaguely remembered. It was an old building where the young monks instruíaa recalled that this was where they met that accursed national alchemist. But there was nobody there. I could not believe he had lost his family again. Desperate, he collapsed clutching at his face as he gasped.
suddenly woke up, realized that continuaba debajo del árbol en el que se había dejado caer. Estaba anocheciendo y empezaba refrescar, pero él yacía empapado en sudor. Ahora sí, lanzó un grito de dolor.
A duras penas consiguió ponerse de pie, pero a la vez se sentía como si algo volviera a darle fuerzas. Recordó por que seguía con vida, haría pagar con sangre todo lo que los alquimistas habían hecho a su pueblo y a su familia.
Finalmente, continuó la marcha hacia ninguna parte en busca de un destino que acababa de trazar.
-Fin-
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