The throne of lies

Lieutenant B Johans

Side note: Sorry if you don't like these back stories but I swear they do have some importance later on so I do advise you read them. Also the pictures of the lieutenants are my designs and yes they are the Fullmetal alchemist uniforms this is what I picture them in.

The final piece of the story
Johans

He crawled under the barbed wire. He could feel his gray hair getting snagged in the wire. He looked much older than he was. His father went gray at 30. He had gone gray at 25. His hair was once a deep black. The front of his uniforms fibres were slowly letting the mud in. The blue went brown three kilometres ago. He never wanted to be in the army but his father sold him in. He had lived on a farm in the north west of Kalos. He had never really liked it but he despised training. And no one can get out if the army unless you have served for five years. However he had seen an flyer in the Mess Hall about serving inside the palace. A nice cushy palace job. Johans felt warm just thinking about it. Then some mud touched his bare flesh. The warm thought shattered in to a million tiny pieces. He held a neutral rank. He was a lieutenant. Not as low as a private but not as high as a major or better yet a colonel. His rifle grew heavy as he wriggled along to cold, wet mud. He saw the end. Water was starting to seep into his boots and mud was starting to build up in his sleeves. He steeped up and put his rifle on the rack. He wasn't very good with a gun he was a better swordsman.

The apartments in the military were actually quite decent considering how badly the military was funded. Johans put his uniform in the wash. He changed into a plain white tee and some shorts and headed to the Mess Hall. The food was less than decent. He grew up on a farm so he knew freshly sourced food when he saw it. This. Wasn't even food. After returning his tray. Johans saw a familiar face. A girl with short light purple hair. It was Hemley. He had heard so much about her. About how talented she was with a pistol. She was staring at the flyer. The palace one. His heart pounded if she didn't have a partner. Johans gleamed. He would have a chance to get to know the famous Hemley and be golden for the test. He walked up to her.

Now you know the parts to two brief stories that entail an even larger story