A Heart Made Fulmetal (A flamed eternity sequel.)

chapter 6-Roy

*****2 YEARS LATER*****

I remember being told by my father that slow and steady wins the race. And in most cases, that saying is true. However when you are faced with the faces that you used to see on the streets, and there eyes are missing, and they are screaming for their loved ones. It is not the quote that most people wish to hear. The quote best suited for my situation would be "fight or flight" And at this moment in time, i was flying.

I ran behind a pillar, and sunk to my knees. The East were fighting back, they had pushed my rank back by 12 miles, and we were not any closer to taking them down. Armstrong hid behind the pillar beside me, while Riza hid behind the pillar to my right. Marcoh was somewhere on the battle field. We had lost everyone else, everyone else was dead, or in the hospital with one arm or less.
The letter Ed had given me was still untouched and the picture of Maes and my friends still sat beside it. Maes would be 6 by now. The letters him and Ed have sent me so far were kept in a box under my camp bed.

My gloves were stained with dirt and blood. My uniform was dirty and my hair needed a wash.
I clicked and sent a wave of fire towards the enemy's. Cries of pain were heard as it burned those i aimed at. I clenched my teeth and clicked a second time, it gave me enough time to roll into the broken chruch behind us. I ran down the empty benches knocking a bible off the bench, it landed on the floor with a thud making me stop. I picked up the bible and stared at it. Perfect condition, no burns marks or rips. "After all this time, after all the bombs and fire..this simple book has survived in here?" i quizzed speaking out loud. I chuckled and placed the bible back on the bench and ran to the door at the far right. I ended up beside who Riza, her blonde hair matted and dirty because of the smoke and dust caused by the fighting.
I look up and everything clicks, i understand everything:

"we had no place to run to, we have nobody to hear out cries of sorrow and guilt at night. The children of our city call us hero's, while the children who's father we kill calls us a monster and cries himself to sleep. The widow buries her husband, as we fight on not knowing that those we love hear of the monsters that have been pushed back by the east. We will not get freedom until we are equal.
We are the monsters, we are the ones who kill, we rip the throats out of fathers who used to sing their children to sleep, we are the monsters that jump out of your closets and take your family away. We are the monsters that have became so obsessed with winning that we forget to acknowledge the child who hold her teddy as her daddy is buried beside her mother. We are the monsters who can create and destroy. We...have...no....say...We are mearly puppets used in a game of poker, and when we loose our strings are cut and we no longer become a free person. The minute i placed the pocket watch into my pocket, i accepted that i would have to kneel to one rule, one fact, one piece of truth:There is no winner in a war. we all loose something. No freedom until we are equal, dam right I support it."

A/N

So, i kinda got carried away with the big epiphany thing...Im not sure why, but i think it is quite a cool thing.
So its been 2 years since Roy left, and they have all received letters numerous times. Maes is now round about 6 or 7.

The last paragraph is like a huge epiphany where Roy realizes that this war is for pride and comes to terms with the fact that not everyone will like the results and that no one will receive freedom until everyone is equal and we accept everyone. (Macklemore quote right there people..)

So hope you enjoyed it.

PEACE

Hannah

ps. spelling, nope not good. AND, anyone want to make banners for this story or A flamed eternity??? greatly appreciated and i will give a little bit dedicated to you at the start of the chapter. <3 Just email me them at hannahherschell1@gmail.com  or message me them on wattpad if you can.