Promise by The Lady Arianrod
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
A/n: This is my first story on in a long time! I was just rewatching the 2003 series. This is a short fic set before the Conquerors of Shamballa movie. I listened to the haunting "Brothers" song from the original OST while writing this.
I hope you like it!
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Al stretches out one arm and then the other, holding them up as if fighting gravity, or treading water.
He slowly lowers himself to the the ground, and the the smooth summer grass welcome him carefully, gently, and Al lifts his chin up, looking heavenward.
Heaven- is that where his brother is now?
Al suppresses the thought and lets his eyes drift from east to west, surveying the mysteries and wonders of the galaxy.
This feeling, it's-
He's felt it before.
There's something so familiar about starry nights like these. They trigger something deep in Al's memory, but he can't quite remember why, and it frustrates him.
He knows that he lost all traces of his old life, but sometimes he swears that he'll remember a long-ago night like this, marveling at the vastness of the universe that stretched across his vision, and his brother-
He was there too, wasn't he? Al knows that he must be imagining it, but there's something so real about the low-hanging moon and the constellations and the way they remind him of how small he is. All is one and one is all.
Al shakes his head and leans back against the green hills of his childhood, the only home he's ever known. He wonders what happened before his brother left him.
What was their life like? Would he ever see him again?
Al is recovering, bit by bit, but he's never lost that small, nagging feeling that something is missing, someone.
He tears a blade of grass loose from its roots and lets it go. A small breeze lifts it into the air, and it dances across the surface of the moon before landing in a distant field.
Al exhales slowly and allows himself to feel everything, the soft breeze and the earth's rotation, the cricket's song and the distant, steady clang of train wheels hitting the track.
He is a part of this earth, and Ed was too-
Ed still is.
Al grabs another handful of grass, and this time, he plucks two blades. He releases them again, and they soar in the same direction before fluttering down to the shadowed lawn.
He knows that he has to move. He has to travel and practice and learn as much as he can.
Al looks up at the stars once more, and he knows that he must have looked at them like this once before. He feels that strange presence again, perhaps a feeling of what should have been, or what once was. It used to bother him, but Al is used to it. He knows that it's pulling him back to his brother and his old life-
No, his real life.
Ed sacrificed everything for him, and Al knows that he's out there. He will see him again, and he will bring him back.
Al wonders if Ed is looking at the same sky, and he smiles to himself.
"I'll see you soon, brother," he swears to the silence, hoping that the oath will cross dimensions and timelines to wherever his brother is.
"I promise."
End.