It was a cold dark night, the moon was full and the sounds of night were abounding upon the limitless skies. A deep roaring thunder sounded from somewhere afar. Flashes of lights were seen across the horizons and through the trees. Dark clouds slowly marched their way across the ebony colored sky. They creepily floated over the moon and made an eerie mist just above the ground as it began to rain. A young man about 5'6" stood in a black trench coat with a strange symbol emblazoned in white upon his back. His hair was pulled back in a long braid; his reddish blonde hair sparkled in the half moonlight and the light drizzle which were the beginnings of a tremendous storm. In his hands was a piece of parchment, and slight cries could be heard from the man. He stared at the note a moment longer and then held it to his chest his brown eyes glistened with a hint of gold in the moonlight. Tears and rain streaked his sullen face.

He tilted his head downward and then ripped it backwards sending his arms outward and screaming into the night. Thunder boomed and lightning streaked the skies. He fell to the ground and his hands pulled upon the ground below him. He looked at the note one minute longer then placed it in his coat. He looked at the sky as a great red bolt streaked across the sky. He stood up leaning on his left leg. His right arm clanged against it and a scraping sound emitted from the impact point. He stood to full height and looked into the disappearing moon just as the storm began.

He trudged along the dusty and beaten road to the top of a hill. All around him he was surrounded by grave stones. He walked among the dead acting as if he knew where he was going but not looking to see where he was heading. The light sparkled in the darkness making the world glisten for seconds at a time. The taller tombstones making great reaching shadows that would send shivers down a normal mans spines and make children shriek in terror. Yet he continued along his way. Then he stopped in front of one and stood there for a moment staring at it. Then a great clang of sound erupted from the skies and a flash of lightning streaked the sky lighting the tombstone. It read:

He just hovered there for a few moments before he leaned down on one knee and placed his hand on the stone. He muttered. "Mother,"

The pouring rain created a constant pitter patter that sounded throughout the graveyard as the boy stared at his mother's grave. The thunder's loud roars covered up the approaching footsteps of another. The figure was large and a loud hollow pitter patter sound came from its direction. It slowly stepped towards the young man. But then the young man noticed something was amiss. He stopped moving as the figure stood behind him. Lightning flashed and it was seen to be a suit of armor.

The blonde stood up and muttered one word."Fool." He clapped his hands and a fizzling sound came from the air as the water was heated by the great reaction at his fingertips. From his right hand a blade came and he turned to face his opponent. They silently stood facing each other. Sparks flew from each other as their gazes met in the middle.

The blonde boy waits for a moment as the moon peeks through and the rain continues. A few moments passed as a tense contest of wits continued among the figures. The light slowly subsided and a final bolt of lightning struck and all went silent and all was dark. A few moments passed and the armor backed into a tree.

He silently stood under the broken limbs of the tree. Then a rustling noise whispered above him. He looked up and at that second the center of the storm rolled over and a great thunder ignited the night sky with a masterful flash of lightning, and from the tree fell the boy blade outstretched.

His blade met the hands of the giant. He caught it with a seconds notice and began to spin him through the air. He then tossed him out into the night. He fell to the ground back first into a tombstone and it smashed under the resounding force of the throw. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran towards the monster. He yelled out and stabbed his arm towards him. Once again the armor caught it but the young master was too quick and kicked away the giant's hand with his left leg. A metallic noise sounded above the pouring rain.

The boy then jumped forward and began throwing punches one after another hitting his wary opponent who blocked each hit masterfully. They fought ferociously feeding each other's rage. The young boy jumped up into the air as his attacker slammed his fist into the ground. He grabbed a hold of the tree branch and spun quickly around and onto the top of his attacker kicking him down to the ground. Yet again though the monstrous titan rushed out and kicked the blonde in the face a loud crack sounded and a few drops of red dribbled from his mouth. He fell to the ground. He lay there for a few moments, and his attacker the same. Deep breathing could be heard from the two.

The boy slowly stood up, but he faltered for a moment then stood hunched over. His heavy raspy breathing was cold and heartless. He wiped away the blood and sighed then stood in his fighting stance waiting for his opponent to stand. He scoffed, "That all you got." And in the quick moonlight his hair over his eyes you could see the smirk on his face. It would leave a normal man dumbstruck seeing a man of his size coming back for more.

The suit of armor began to laugh, and he stood up and stared at him for a moment. "As unwilling to give up as ever.." He put his fists out ready for a fight. "I love it when you won't fall easily." The rain continued to bounce of the two. The slight moonlight making the drops of rain glistens like stars among the Earth. Then they both made their move.

The suit ran forward towards his blonde advisory. The boy laughed and then darted forward. They drew closer to each other but as the fist of the suit went out to the boy. He smirked as the eye slits caught his gaze. He jumped and spun off to his right, and landed on the head of a fallen angel on the top of a grave. He stood there for a moment hunched over looking down upon his foe. The suit grimaced as he stood in front of his enemy. He turned towards the tombstone and began to run forwards. Blondie laughed and then spoke. "Still falling for," he jumped with his left foot outstretched and he soared towards him", The same old traps!" His foot met with the helmet of the armor. It fell off and inside the suit…was nothing.

He landed and gazed at the suit. He laughed as he saw the suit turn and bend down to pick up its head. "Your right," it said as it was tightening it onto his body," I always did fall for that one didn't I brother."

They both laughed as they stared at each other. The blonde stood there for a moment next to their mothers grave then he looked back at him,"Al, What are you doing here?"

He walked close to him and then sat down."Ed, I was worried about you, you were still out here when the storm came I began to think you ran off."

Ed looked away from his brother. He bowed his head and then looked up as the sky began to clear. "You were almost correct." He put his hand into his coat and pulled out the parchment and showed it to him.

Al took it and read it quickly. A quiet sob sounded from him. "No No she, She can't be…"

His brother bent down next to him and put his arm on his shoulder, and looked out into the moon. "I know she can't, but I know she is. Al," He looked away trying not to cry. His eyes were bloodshot. His hair a tangled mess around his head he wiped it away and put it behind his ears. "Al, Winry, she's run off." Al then could contain it no more. He slowly then quickly let out his tearful cries. Ed he sat down next to his brother and patted the back of his cursed prison." I know Al, I'm sad too." A dreaded tear fell from his eye and he screamed out into the air. "WINRY!" one final thunder sounded and then the rain stopped and the clouds left the skies a testament to never to give up.