![]() He began to read in a low, fumbling murmur. The image embossed on the cover was faded and faint.īereft of anything better to do and wary of more maudlin thoughts lurking in the back of his mind, Vato opened the book to the first page. Strings tentacled from both ends of the spine. The book was shabby and quite literally falling apart at the seams, the pages yellow with age and curling from damp. the title's reflective typeface glinted in the moonlight, as though the words were pressed chrome. Endless columns glimmering in their silvery livery.Ībsently, Vato held a small, blue book, one of his only personal effects, up to the window. If Falman looked past the ramparts of the Fort, he could distinguish the furtherest ranges, the Drachman peaks, pellucid under the moon, row after row of them. The sky was dark –– an oily midnight blue, the stars piercingly bright. The wastes of snow were ghostly under the moon. The cliffs and crevasses each held an authority that made their solid, separate impressions in his mind –– each one with their own unduplicated shape. The only redeeming factor of the entire rotten situation, he supposed, was the view.įort Briggs rested between two upward slopes of folded granite –– through Vato's window, tendrils of iridescent cloud crept over the white-fanged mountains, which rose starkly, enormously, across Falman's line of sight. Now, as he crouched in his bunk, shivering, his teeth chattering, the slitted window freezing against his cheek, Vato wasn't so sure. Jean Havoc had been in the habit of nattering on about bad "karma" wherever his abysmal dating life was concerned besides the fact that people consistently found Jean's flirtations distinctly unpalatable, Falman had dismissed the superstitions out of hand as psuedo-scientific nonsense. If there was, indeed, a Supreme Being, and if, indeed, Vato Falman met his end in the very near future –– which was looking more and more likely with each passing day –– then the Second Lieutenant decided that the first thing he was going to do in the Hereafter was apologize to Him –– or Her, or It, or Them –– profusely, reverently, in all four languages he spoke.īecause although Falman did not know what, exactly, he'd done to warrant his exile at Fort Briggs, he knew in his heart of hearts it must have been an act truly abhorrent.ĭid he accidentally tread on Black Hayate's tail? Was he the one who gave Kain salmonella during the infamous Grumman potluck dinner of 1912? Good lord, did he file something incorrectly? || “… Jupiter represents education, wisdom, wealth, and knowledge…” || and the story he once laid out and ruled has been snatched away. In the beginning, the author created the story, dragging it into existence from the dust.īut now the author is old. Stringing memories and moments together like a strand of pearls. an alchemist doomed to wander the dark causeways of the universe. In 1913, Maes Hughes decodes a warning in the pages of an old book.Īnd, always, a man. ![]() In 1912, Jean Havoc uncovers a horrific secret in the bowels of East City. In 1900, Heymans Breda encounters a stranger in a place of lost luggage and lost souls. In 1910, Kain Fuery's first week at Eastern Command ends in tragedy. In 1914, Vato Falman grapples with exile, evil, and the Crimson Alchemist. There is the Truth within the Truth.įor the story is also one of a team and their contentions with friendship, and hope, and survival, and wisdom, and pain. It was a story about stars and space and time –– the past, present, and future mingling and pulling souls backwards and forwards through the margins of the world.īut beneath every story, there is another story. In the beginning, the author created a story, dragging it into existence from the dust. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 41479 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 77 Kudos: 97 Bookmarks: 25 Hits: 2079 I mean you can read some of these relationships as shippy.Heymans Breda & Vato Falman & Kain Fuery & Jean Havoc & Riza Hawkeye & Roy Mustang.Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga.
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