Chapter 5

Mustang woke up to see Edward kicking dirt onto the dying embers of their fire.

Edward smiled when he saw the man awake. "Ready to go?"

Mustang rubbed his head, running his fingers through his thick black hair. "How long have you been up?"

"A few hours." Edward admitted.

"Kid, you do know that you need to sleep every once in a while, right?"

"I know. I am just so excited."

Mustang nodded. "Alright, let's keep moving. I want to at least get to central in two days."

Edward nodded. "Let's go."

They walked through the day.

Edward was excited by everything.

At midday they came into a town and boarded a train, Edward had never seen one before and he was super excited. Mustang sat with Edward, trying to look inconspicuous. He heard the talk on the train, 'Have they caught the thieves of the royal crown yet?' or 'Why do you think the thieves would only still the crown if they were in the treasury?'

It made Mustang a bit nervous, but they obviously didn't know who he was.

Edward looked out the window.

"If there are no delays, we will make it to central by tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Yep. Now sit down and get some sleep." Mustang rolled up his jacket to make a pillow and stuck it behind his head so he could sleep.

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Father returned to the tower quickly, he wanted to get Edward a new model of automail to replace his damaged arm for his birthday, and he had completely forgotten to get his son's measurements. He returned, hoping he wasn't going to ruin his son's surprise. "Edward!"

There was no answer.

"Edward!"

Father transmuted an elevator. He thought that maybe his son was asleep. He walked through the living room to his son's bedroom. "Edward?"

Edward nor Envy was there.

Father panicked a little. He searched everywhere, behind furniture, in closets and drawers, behind curtains, and under furniture. He rummaged through Edward's pillows throwing them everywhere. "Edward! Envy!" A pillow Father had thrown clattered against the ground. He walked over and picked it up. He opened it and pulled out the crown. He glared at the crown. He knew what needed to be down and where he needed to go to search.