Prompt 215 : Divine "Lost"
Title: Lost
Author: Catw00man
Series: PRE Brotherhood/Manga
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Characters: Roy Mustang
Summary: There’s no easy answer to find your way.
Author’s Note: I just wanted to say a huge THANK YOU for all the kind feed back I’ve received on these stories. It’s definitely keeping me motivated! :-D Hopefully I’ll get a chance now to catch up on my reading after my little mini vacation. :-) Oh, and I guess at some point I’m going to need to think of a series name for these! LOL
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He doesn’t want to believe it.
He wants to believe it’s all a nightmare or a giant mistake. He wants to close his eyes and wake up in his bed and not some strange hotel room. He wants to smell Sunday morning pancakes in the kitchen and hear his Papa telling Mama how pretty she looks in the morning.
But he won’t, not ever again.
Now he wonders if he’ll ever even sleep again.
Roy closes his eyes to keep from staring at the unfamiliar shadows on the ceiling and memories flash through his mind. One sticks, and he doesn’t know why. It was back when Papa needed to dig a new well and they called Old Man Crowley for help. Everyone knew Old Man C knew everything about nature and healing, so much more than those state people with their magic. Papa said they wouldn’t have helped anyway, even if their magic wasn’t useless, but Old Man C could.
Roy remembers the Y-shaped stick he used to find water without even digging. Papa marked each spot Old Man C found and when he finally picked one to dig the water was there, just like he said. It was so simple and so much smarter than drawing silly designs on the ground. If only he had a special stick like that now to find his way like the other one found water. Maybe if he could find Old Man C….
But he won’t.
And he’s never felt so lost.
Author: Catw00man
Series: PRE Brotherhood/Manga
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Characters: Roy Mustang
Summary: There’s no easy answer to find your way.
Author’s Note: I just wanted to say a huge THANK YOU for all the kind feed back I’ve received on these stories. It’s definitely keeping me motivated! :-D Hopefully I’ll get a chance now to catch up on my reading after my little mini vacation. :-) Oh, and I guess at some point I’m going to need to think of a series name for these! LOL
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He doesn’t want to believe it.
He wants to believe it’s all a nightmare or a giant mistake. He wants to close his eyes and wake up in his bed and not some strange hotel room. He wants to smell Sunday morning pancakes in the kitchen and hear his Papa telling Mama how pretty she looks in the morning.
But he won’t, not ever again.
Now he wonders if he’ll ever even sleep again.
Roy closes his eyes to keep from staring at the unfamiliar shadows on the ceiling and memories flash through his mind. One sticks, and he doesn’t know why. It was back when Papa needed to dig a new well and they called Old Man Crowley for help. Everyone knew Old Man C knew everything about nature and healing, so much more than those state people with their magic. Papa said they wouldn’t have helped anyway, even if their magic wasn’t useless, but Old Man C could.
Roy remembers the Y-shaped stick he used to find water without even digging. Papa marked each spot Old Man C found and when he finally picked one to dig the water was there, just like he said. It was so simple and so much smarter than drawing silly designs on the ground. If only he had a special stick like that now to find his way like the other one found water. Maybe if he could find Old Man C….
But he won’t.
And he’s never felt so lost.