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scriveynerTitle: Creek Bed
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Hagane no Samurai
Characters/Pairing: Ed
Rating: T
Length: 314
Summary: The high summer brought with it the drought.
The high summer brought with it the drought. Rivers that were once swollen dwindled, and impassable creeks became simple affairs to ford, even for a traveler on foot.
The wide-brimmed bamboo hat kept the worst of the sun from his face and neck, but all the same Hagane breathed a sigh of relief when he placed his road-worn feet into the cooling stream. When he had last come by this way several seasons prior, there was a mighty river here, and bandits who worked with dishonest ferrymen to trap lone travelers into giving up their purses.
The small pier stood high above the water now. Seasons from now the river would replenish itself but currently no boat was needed, just a cautious eye to cross.
The bandits though - they were still out there.
They kept wide distance from him. He had been younger then, more prone to his anger and he slew at least half their number before they withdrew to lick their wounds. There was no telling if they intended to revenge themselves, or if they would let him pass in peace.
At its deepest point, the water came to his hip. Hagane had tied his traveling parcel to his swords, kept well out of the reach of the water. It was clear and slow-running, there was no chance of getting swept away. Once safely to the other shore he might linger a moment, perhaps take his lunch in leisure - but those plans evaporated swiftly with the distant twang of a strung bow.
Hagane hesitated a moment, and the arrow hit the water a few strides ahead of him, where he would have been. The time for ambling was gone, with his sword done up in his bundle he didn’t have a means to fight. He would have to make a run for it.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Hagane no Samurai
Characters/Pairing: Ed
Rating: T
Length: 314
Summary: The high summer brought with it the drought.
The high summer brought with it the drought. Rivers that were once swollen dwindled, and impassable creeks became simple affairs to ford, even for a traveler on foot.
The wide-brimmed bamboo hat kept the worst of the sun from his face and neck, but all the same Hagane breathed a sigh of relief when he placed his road-worn feet into the cooling stream. When he had last come by this way several seasons prior, there was a mighty river here, and bandits who worked with dishonest ferrymen to trap lone travelers into giving up their purses.
The small pier stood high above the water now. Seasons from now the river would replenish itself but currently no boat was needed, just a cautious eye to cross.
The bandits though - they were still out there.
They kept wide distance from him. He had been younger then, more prone to his anger and he slew at least half their number before they withdrew to lick their wounds. There was no telling if they intended to revenge themselves, or if they would let him pass in peace.
At its deepest point, the water came to his hip. Hagane had tied his traveling parcel to his swords, kept well out of the reach of the water. It was clear and slow-running, there was no chance of getting swept away. Once safely to the other shore he might linger a moment, perhaps take his lunch in leisure - but those plans evaporated swiftly with the distant twang of a strung bow.
Hagane hesitated a moment, and the arrow hit the water a few strides ahead of him, where he would have been. The time for ambling was gone, with his sword done up in his bundle he didn’t have a means to fight. He would have to make a run for it.
