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[fullmetal alchemist] edward elric

The Ultimate Anti-Climax of Ultimate History?

[So, all of you islanders have been recovering from the horrors of the Zombie Island Mish-Mash of Nuclear AWESOME, doing your island-y things. That's cool, so has Ed, off being his usual slightly-reclusive self and blowing things up in his Gilligan-lab to pass the time. Life returns to what passes for normal here, right?

...and then there's the note. Of course your first thought is 'Oh God, another event?' as would be the logical train of thought--

Wait a minute. Wedding invitation? Of the island and--WHAT?! And on top of that you're free to leave for home or wherever you like?]

...there's no way. This has to be a trick.

(( MINGLE POST HO!!! Are you skeptical of this ~*gift from the heavens*~ as Edward is? Are you one of the insanely hopeful that shall plan for where you'll go? Need to start making tearful goodbyes to your long-time buddies? Shanghai some fellow islanders to your homeworld for nefarious purposes? Get pissed at being brought here recently just to leave? Flip out and go find some Black Materia to call down Mete--wait.

So yeah. Post, mingle, have fun! And assume this is the day of the note-arrival, obvs. ~~Mods, if this is out of line, feel free to stake me out for the vultures. *A*b~~ ))

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... Chances? What do you mean?

I'm not going to let the chance to say goodbye slip by me again.

... Again?

I don't have a home to go back to.

Was it destroyed during a war or similar?

... or is it something else...?

Something else.

Before I came here, I faced off against an entire army. Just me.

... Ah.

So it's kind of a weird feeling, right now.

... Back in my world, there is... a 'place' known as the Throne of Heroes. The souls of heroic warriors rest there after death. It is set aside from the cycle of life. Perhaps you may be in luck...?

*she has no bloody idea what to say really*

... Heh. Maybe! Sounds like a fancy place if I've earned my spot there.

[ He says it so cheerfully-- he's come to terms with the fact that he's dead. He doesn't mind and he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable. ]

... Tell me, is there anything, absolutely anything, that you would undo with the life you had? Not counting here... whatever you would consider that.

... Undo?

Now that's a heavy word-- no, I wouldn't change a thing. I would do more, yes, but I wouldn't change anything so it didn't happen.

Did you have a happy life?

Yeah. I had a lot of things to be thankful for.

Can I know... what sort of life you had?

... Heh, sure.

I grew up in Gongaga. It was a small country town. From there on, I wanted to be in SOLDIER, this... elite, military task force. And I got in. And when I made second class, a lot of stuff in my life began to change. Some difficult things happened, I had to fight my teacher, and SOLDIER, and Shin-ra, and all of that... it wasn't what I thought it was.

Towards the end, I was just trying to make it back home, to take care of my friend and see someone I missed. I didn't make it, but... that person I took care of, he's still alive out there.

And... he'll do good.

I tried to lead the kind of life I thought a hero would have-- that's why I wanted to be in SOLDIER. Whether or not I made it... [ shakes his head ] I don't know. A hero shouldn't be the one to call himself a hero. What I do know is that even if my life ended like that, I wouldn't change it. I wouldn't run.

It... might be a little bad of me to say this, but even with all of that, I think you may have had a better life than I.

...? What happened?

... *oh, it might be the last chance I have to talk to someone, let's let it all out*

Shall I start from the beginning?

I did, so can you.

It all started with a foretelling that my parents would be granted with a successor to their throne. However, what they did not expect was for a girl to be born. The world itself was mainly set with a male hierarchy in mind, so I could not grant my parents wishes. I was sent to my uncles, where I decided, with nothing better to do, to take up sword practice. I may look unfit for such a thing, but you could say I have the might of a dragon flowing through my veins.

But, peace would not last. Invaders from another country came to ours, and my father could no longer take to the throne, causing our armies to lose their morale. Our country needed a king, and with no rightful heir to be had, a 'contest', if you will, was held.

Whomever could pull this sword from the stone, will be our next King. Many knights and others, from near to far, all came to try their hand at the sword, but none could pull it from the stone.

After everyone left, to do their own business, I came to the sword. I was warned, by a certain magician, that, I was better off not taking the sword out. That I should probably remain the normal girl that I was. Even so, I pulled the sword from the stone.

It was at that point that I needed to give everything I had to my country. For that, I could not be who I used to be. You could hardly call me human again at that point. Arturia died, and King Arthur was left standing for the next twelve years.

This was my first mistake.

...

[ holy fucking shit now he just feels like a farmboy

AND HE WANTS TO HEAR MORE like the hero fanboy he is ] Go on.

I had the magician help me with a guise of being male. Even now, with the right set of clothes, I could easily pass as a slender man. To keep up my role, I even had a bride. Of course, she was in on what was actually happening, but she cared not.

I fought by my men. To them and my enemies, I was an unstoppable force of death. But with myself, a war is won by numbers.

... In order to hold back the invading forces and support our own and to ascertain the future of my country, I had to drought local villages for supplies. Of course, my soldiers did not think well of this. They must have thought that it was pointless, that with just me, victory was assured. And even then, they likely did not wish for a king who was but a shell of a person.

The sword that chose me as king eventually broke. It was more of a ceremonial sword, then one made for battle anyway, but... I believe it was over what I had done. I was brought to a lake, where I was asked a question.

Zack, let me ask you that same question. What is more important, a sword that can cut anything or a sheath that will let you survive anything?

... Man, if you asked me that question before everything that happened, I'd have a different answer.

But the sheath is more important, I'd say.

Yes. I had thought at the time, that if I could cut everything before they could cut me, what use would the sheath be? I was called a fool. But even so, I was bestowed with the holy sword, Excalibur and it's sheath. Just as was said, this sword would not break and no man could stand up to it, and the sheath let me heal any wound that I would take. It had also stopped my aging. I am actually in my late twenties, perhaps thirties by now.

But everything started to go wrong. The sheath was eventually stolen, one of my best knights fell for Guinevere, my wife, as did she for him... for rather obvious reasons. I knew of this, and I was happy for the both of them. But, that was not to be, as word had reached outside of what they were doing, and to preserve what stability our country had, I... had to execute Guinevere. I couldn't forgive myself for what had happened. My knights hardly trusted me, I still had not won the war, I even had harm those close to me to keep going. I hated it. I wanted to undo it. I thought I had failed, failed as a person, as a king, as a knight, as a friend.

I wanted to undo the ceremony that chose me as King, I wanted a better person to be chosen, someone that would not make the mistakes that I did. To do this, there were tales of an item, said to grant any wish. The Holy Grail. In desperation, I rounded some my men in search for this item. But that too ended in failure.

Once when I returned, I was met with a startling sight. My own armies facing me down. It was a mass betrayal. They had grown weary of my rule, and sought to usurp it with force. I believe now the one who led them was a magically created human who bore my semblance. A true strike to the throne would require a next of kin for it to go over without issues, but I of course could not father a child, and having one myself would just create problems.

It was a long battle with few still on my side and many on the other side, but at the end... I stood over the field of bodies. I had won, but just because I won... did not mean I would see the next day. Convinced even more of my failings, I pleaded with the world, desperately asking for the grail so that my wish could be granted.

And so, my pleading was answered. My body was frozen in time, in a way, as my spirit could then attempt to reach the grail. Although time itself had continued and recorded my death, it had not truly happened for me until I laid hands on the grail.

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