Eldest Elric

From the Start

I stood by my mother as she spoke. My father, a man I have grown to be like in many ways, is leaving us. Why? I don't know. Only my father knows. I look to him while I can. His long blonde hair is tied back and straight as a pen, the color matched his golden eyes. They hold much sadness. So many years could be seen in his eyes that I wondered how old he truly is. His blond sideburns haven't any grey and his silver glasses framed his narrow eyes. The man has strong features. His strong jaw, sharp chin, and forehead are what shows him to be a scary looking man. Yet, if anyone knew my father personally, they would know he's a big softy. My father is strong and he is a great alchemist.
There is more to the man than eyes can see because he does everything for a reason. He has good reasons too. That is why I believe he had the best reason to leave. You would need a great reason to leave behind your loved ones. So, I didn't argue when he began to leave. I gave him as big of a hug as my 7 year old body would allow me to because I don't know when he is coming back. I looked to my mother briefly. We had the same dark hair, but she had hers tied to one side and the usual low ponytail. Though my hair seems darker, I've been told we look alot alike. We also shared the same hazel green eyes and delicate heart-shaped face. Even though I didn't speak much, I knew our voices were nearly the same. My eyes went back to my father and he gave me a pat on my head.
"Oh, you boys are up early." My mother's soft voice made me look away from the man in front of me. She was talking to my younger brothers. "What are you doing out of bed?" She didn't sound mad as she gave them a closed eye smile. My mother is a very sweet person. I turn to my little brothers. Edward was holding onto Alphonse's hand as he led him closer to our mother. The older of the two yawned, "Al said he had to go potty..." The reply was sleepy when he spoke. It was pretty early for them to be getting up.
I looked over at my baby brothers. Edward maybe small now, but he will definitely be as tall as our Father in the future. His short golden hair and blonde eyes where exactly like our fathers. Ed, or Eddie, is only 5 years old and looks up to our dad and me. Alphonse is the smaller of the two, a year younger than Ed. His hair is a shade darker than the other two males. Its obvious he will grow to look more like our mother, face shape wise. They both still had their baby fat and innocence rolled from them like waves. I love my brothers a lot more than I could say. Showing how I feel is challenge, but one day they'll understand.
My mother went to them with a kind voice, but I could see how she was trying to hold back her emotions. "And of course his big brother took care of him." She praised her kin. She was trying not to let the sadness show and I wonder if they would look to my father and I. We still stood by the door and I watched my father as he looked to my mother. More like he looked to the boys. "Thanks a lot little man." Another praise from my lovely mother and he looked over at her with his smile. Golden eyes finally looked our way.
The way my father looked at them was hard. He had a frown etched into his strong face and his eyes narrowed slightly. The look in his eyes was definitely determination. I kept my face apathetic as I watch the exchange.
Edward suddenly frowned and looked somewhere between sad and confused. My father looked at him a moment longer before turning away from all of us. He opened the door and walked past me, not saying a word. I kept my face blank and didn't look at him as he left us. My mother stood and watched. When my youngest brother came from the haze; all he got was that our father just closed the door.
Both looked so confused and hurt, Alphonse more than Ed. Eddie just looked more shocked as the light from the open door was now gone. Our Father is now gone. For the next few days, Edward would look to the empty seat at the table, as if the older man would suddenly walk in and sit down with us for our meals. Every day he would look slightly crushed as it never happened. He got curious, "Hey, why isn't dad here?" The innocent question made my mother freeze. I was the only one to notice so far that she had that sad look in her eyes. Our mother was very sad that he left, but she understood.
Even though it pained her, she told them the truth, "Your father left. " It was the simple answer. Maybe they hadn't noticed that she cried at night? No. Al wouldn't have asked what he did next if he knew. "When is he coming back, Mom?" I stayed quiet and she did too. When she turned to them, she had on a forced smile. My mother use the excuse of playing to distract the smaller boy and herself. "You silly boy." She tickled him and they laughed, "He'll be back before you know it, Al." No one suspected a thing as she lied to her son. Edward had smiled along with the family, completely believing. I didn't smile about it because I could see the small hurt and her eyes. Did anyone see it? Ed obviously hadn't, but he suspected something was wrong. We finished dinner and went about our day.