Disclaimer : I don't own FMA. It owns me, though. Spoilers : Set after "Conqueror Of Shamballa".

Nature Boy

"Cast your eyes on the ocean


Cast your soul to the sea


When the dark night seems endless


Please remember me"

"Dante's Prayer", By Loreena McKennitt

He is sitting on top of a dune, facing the ocean, elbows on his knees and chin resting on his entwined fingers.

It is not an uncommon sight, really. A lone traveler resting his tired legs for a while, looking past the horizon, the ever-blowing wind playing with their hair, breathing and heart beating in rhythm with the coming and going of the waves. Some would call the picture romantic, but he would certainly feel insulted by that.

Still, there undoubtedly is something soothing and comforting in the way the waves tirelessly lick the bottom of the nearby grey rocks, in the cries of the seagulls, in the way the sun reflects on the water painting it a bright silver, or in the passing of the clouds in front of said sun, casting ever-changing, hypnotic shadows on the sand.

Some come to this shore for its wild beauty, some just to taste the fresh, salty air. But not even the wind wrapping around him and kissing his face knows why he has come, what memories he is stirring up. After all hehas seen and done, it would not be surprising if he had simply sought a place out of time. No past, no present or future, just and only the immutable ocean. In this world, hecould not have found a better location. Yet he certainly knows the wind cannot take hispast away, nor can itshatter it and mix it with the sand. The wind can only blow and dry his tears, if, if they fall, angry or sad.

Like so many others before him, he sits there, perfectly still. Soon though, soon, when the tide comes in, when the wind becomes too fierce, biting and scratching rather than caressing, or when the next shower of rain falls, he will shrug as if awaking and stand up, will clean the sand from his clothes, casting one last glance at the scenery before him, engraving it in his memory. And then he will walk away, back to those waiting for him, whoever and wherever they may be. Just like so many others before him. Their movements are always the same. And the waves keep on moving, coming and going, back and forth, and the wind keeps on blowing.

It is definitely not an uncommon sight. Just another wanderer, although this one should never have been here in the first place.

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a/n : So here is the first one-shot. I should be posting more pretty soon. Expect angst, angst, more angst and probably some silly EdWin fluff (the world needs more EdWin fluff !) Hope you'll like them :)