MCA #7 - During the night
Roy's dreams were of fire. Consuming everything. Friend or foe alike. He could hear their voices, hear their prayers, ascending to the night sky along with the flames licking up and consuming. Ishbal never answered.
The light came out of nowhere and Roy wondered if he'd be struck down. Everything around him went quiet, the fires still burning without the crackling now and there was something moving.
Help me.
He swirled around, instantly recognising the voice but he couldn't see her.
Help me!
There, down the alley and he ran. She was there, he could see her and he reached out, wanting to drag her back.
Help me!
It was a scream and Roy startled from the dream. It was too vivid, too real and he stared into the dark. She was alive.
((Establishey.))
The light came out of nowhere and Roy wondered if he'd be struck down. Everything around him went quiet, the fires still burning without the crackling now and there was something moving.
Help me.
He swirled around, instantly recognising the voice but he couldn't see her.
Help me!
There, down the alley and he ran. She was there, he could see her and he reached out, wanting to drag her back.
Help me!
It was a scream and Roy startled from the dream. It was too vivid, too real and he stared into the dark. She was alive.
((Establishey.))