Return to Xerxes - Drabble
Edward Elric was traveling, once again.
He had an overlarge red trench coat draped around his shoulders, like he had worn it in his Fullmetal days. Those years were long past now; although Edward himself was still as rash and unsettled as ever, he held an expression of sadness to the ruins that his father had once called home. There had been an awe and sadness for the city’s crumbling when he was last here- but now it was grief, for all the people that had lost their lives in the makings of a Philosopher’s Stone.
This was where his heritage descended. Over four hundred years ago, this was a proud and mighty city, and there had been people roaming the grounds to marketplaces and the likes.
Edward stopped at a ruined building, the pillars were slowly crumbling from wind erosion, and possibly from the little rainwater that the desert got over the years. He ran his hand over the more stable parts of the pillar. This used to be a palace, ruled by a king. Whatever changed the city of Xerxes in one day left small traces behind, but it had been worn away over the years.
The former alchemist looked up at the crumbling city, the cities that once held his father’s blood. So little could change over hundreds of years, yet so much could change in one day.
Without so much as a sound, the half-Xerxesian headed out of the city, through fading paths that travelers and citizens alike might have taken while they were alive.
How long until the last of the Xerxesians finally died out? It was just Al and him, and depending on their children, it could last forever, or just one more day.
