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Hi guys! Yeah, I know it's been a looooooong time since I updated my Xanga. Sorry about that, I've been busy with family and friends and eating turkey and stuff. -Mellow-. Anyway...what's been going on with me, hmm. Well, first of all, Christmas. Christmas was a big thing with all of my mum and dad's families coming together up north for an uberparty which I went to. Was a lot of fun: 'specially after meh uncle started dancing around the room; bit too much wine I think. LOL. Umm... New Year's was a lot of fun too, uncle and aunt from Switzerland came down to our house and we had a good time; drank champagne and wine until we all fell over.. xD.

Annnnnnnd good news! =D. Elveh James is an official member of the FMA crew now, as our awesome Colonel Roy Mustang! Welcome friendly! *Attacks Elveh with banners and such.* XD.

I am now going to steal Elveh's idea and do a little blurb on meh FMA buddies. :3

Winry Rockbell :: Winry, you're absolutely awesome. I've known you for almost five years, and you still continue to amaze me with your caring, loving attitude. You comfort people in a way I could never achieve, and you're an inspiration to all. I love you with all my heart, every step I take, every thought I think, every breath I take is for you. You drive everything I do, and my love for you will never cease. <3333333333333333333333333333.

Alphonse Elric :: Brother, you too, are awesome. We've known each other for a long time now and I swear, in real life, we probably could pass as brothers.You're an awesome person, a great Role Player, and my greatest friend. Udt den veh jemo fhaluj0. XD. Zumoj, 0ei rcen m0 madt. Vhem kxo memodk no mok ed jkuh vep cabo hf, A bdon no't semo ke ro weet vhaodtj: rik A doloh amuwadot nxuk badt ev fohjed 0ei neict rosemo ad m0 cavo. Dek edc0 uho 0ei m0 whoukojk vhaodt, rik xedojkc0, A neict sedjatoh 0ei u rhekxoh.

Envy :: You're cool, man, and have also grown to be one of my close friends. You're a fantastic Role Player and I'll always respect you for that: you have some cool ideas up in your head. You play a great Envy, and I promise you that'll be taller than you one day! (*speaking as Ed there* XD)

Roy Mustang :: We didn't get along at first, but then again, neither did Ed and Roy. Things have changed though, for the better, and I'd consider you one of meh special friends (anyone from AU would be special to meh, AND you're an oldie! :3). I haven't RPed with you yet, but I bet you're awesome, and you're a great addition to our little foursome! Welcome again! =D

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Chapter Two.. Again. XD

Chapter Two

The Irish Intention

Lavender set the table that night mindlessly, her hands shaking and her forehead sweating. Twice she nearly dropped the cutlery by accident, which gave her son, Laiv, quite a fright. When the kids had come home from school for the summer holidays, they hadn’t expected their father to have been arrested before they had come back, so they were innocent when they stopped their mother from her work and sat her down to find out what was wrong.

            “We’re not sure why he was taken away,” Lavender finished, after she had told them the story of what had happened a week ago, “All we know is that anything could have happened to him…”
            Laiv, being the eldest child, spoke up, hugging his mother, “Mom, I’m so sorry…if I had been here I could have helped…”

            Kurai also gave a sad face, but since she was only in kindergarten, she really didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation: she thought that her father had just gone off on a work project or something. So cute, those cute, undisturbed minds.

            Lavender hugged her children, and for a long time, the three of them sat together, pondering what had happened to the man known as Lightning: that is, under the doorbell rang.

            Laiv got up, walking cautiously to the door, and peeped it open, keeping the chain on the door. “Yes?”

            It was the mailman, Randle. “Urgent mail for Mrs. Lavender Bolt. Your mum in there, Laiv?”

            The boy nodded, thanked him, and grabbed the letter, shutting the door. He launched across the foyer, running into the living room around the stairs, and shoved the letter under Kurai’s head so that his mother could get it.

            Lavender cocked her head at her son, before taking the envelope and tearing it open. Inside, scribbled in nearly illegible handwriting, was a note. The stamp on the front of the envelope showed two sharp cliffs, and the words ‘Northern Mountains’ were etched around the outside rings.

            Lavender,

       I’m on the train to Westminster right now. Milieul wrote and told me about Lightning. You poor dear…I’ll be there faster than the Irish can blow their bagpipes! Just hang on, my little Irish sister.

       Love,

              Rose

            Lavender looked at the name scribbled at the bottom of the note, and laughed joyously. Rose was a mage of the northern mountains of A-U, a friend that had been special to both Lavender and Lightning for years now. Rose and Lavender were even known as ‘A-U’s Only Irish Sisters’ they were so close. To have a friend coming from the other side of the world during a crisis was enough to make anyone happy.

            Another knock at the door. Laiv got up again, running back down to the foyer, and cracking the door open a smidge. Outside, a lock of blonde hair blocked Laiv’s sight.

            “Hey, Laiv,” said the low voice of Edward, “It’s me, Edward. You probably don’t remember me…I last saw you when you were barely a year old. Tell your mother that I’m here with a friend of her’s.”

            Laiv shouted up to his mother, “Mom! Some guy called Edward’s here! Can I let him in?”

            Lavender smiled to herself. “Yes! Come on in, Ed!”

            Edward walked in as Laiv removed the chain, followed hastily by Milieul. Laiv gave a gasp at the sight of her, but the elf only smiled at him, accompanying Edward to the living room, where Lavender was seated with a sleeping Kurai on the couch.

            “Mili!” shouted Lavender, hugging her elven friend as she stooped down. She then shook hands with Edward, nodding. “What do I owe the honour?”

            “We’re here to help plan an escape for your husband,” Edward informed her seriously, one fist clenched at his side, very much like Lightning used to during a stressful situation, “in any way that we can.”

            Milieul nodded at Edward’s statement. “Yes. Lav, if there’s anything we can do to help…”

            Lavender was about to reply when the lights went down throughout the mansion. In the middle of the room, a glowing, spinning green circle of runes emerged, slowly speeding up in its rotation, until a wave of energy erupted through the house, the source being those spinning runes. A tube of green light shot up to the ceiling, as a person materialized there, hooded and cloaked. The circle and the tube disappeared, the lights flickering back to life as the hood was pulled down, to reveal a head full of gold-brown hair and sparkling emerald eyes with peachy skin.

            “Rose!” Lavender shouted again, overwhelmed at seeing her friend again after two years of horrible communication silence.

            “Lav!” Rose shouted back, hugging her Irish sister tightly. “How are you? Oh, how dumb of me…”

            “You know already, I think,” Lavender replied sadly, but still couldn’t hide the happiness that was seeing Rose again.

            “Indeed I do,” Rose replied, looking over at Edward and Milieul now. “Mili, good to see you. And you too, I suppose, Mr…?”

            “Elric,” Edward said, shaking hands with Rose politely, “Edward Elric.”

            “Edward, very good,” Rose commented with a wink, “Well, let’s get cracking then, shall we? Best not to keep the poor dear locked up any longer than he needs to be.”

            “Yes, let’s do this thing!”

            It was hours before the bloody gits decided to feed me, and the food wasn’t even half decent, either. If you’re stuck in a prison, you deserve at least seven meals a day, even if the food sucks. You only earn your prisoner’s respects by treating them properly. Well, if the leader of this joint wanted to get anything out of me, he’d have to be really good, ‘cause there’s no fat chance I was doing anything in this state.

Chapter Two

Chapter One

A Hero’s Best Friend

Edward Elric trudged through the gravel, his long, blonde hair stained with mud and blood which dripped down onto his red robes, but he didn’t bother to wipe it off. It would only come down again anyway. Not that he cared. He had no one waiting for him to tell him off for not keeping clean. He had been living alone for the last few years, and had only moved to this new country just a few days ago. He had heard a lot about it from his close friend Lightning, who also lived in these parts.

            The small, wooden hut in the distance was what hue now called home. Ever since the death of his mother, father, and brother, he had been forced to care for himself, ever since the age of 15. He was now seventeen, closing in on eighteen, and more independent than any of his family would have ever hoped. Sure, he had been tactless as a kid, trying things without first checking all the precautions…it was what had resulted in him losing an arm and a leg to a freak accident. Cringing on that thought, he opened the door to his hut, stepping in. The wall facing him was decorated with pictures of his friends and family: on the left, his mother, father, brother, and him standing side-by-side in a forest near their original home in Japan; next was him and Lightning as kids, the hedgehog was towering over him at that point; next was a wedding picture of Lightning and Lavender; the one following that was of his late brother, Alphonse, who had died trying to save Edward in a fight two years ago; and finally, a picture of his parents on the far right. He smiled at these as he entered, closing and locking the door behind him. Sitting at the small, square table in the middle of the two-room house, he leaned back on his chair, closing his eyes.

            It’s been two years, he thought, two years since he died. I can still see it plainly in my mindscape…Alphonse, as he jumped up to block the blast, and losing everything. It still brings tears to my eyes to think about it…that’s why I had to leave…start a new life for myself in the wilderness of A-U’s outer boundaries. I decided to follow Lightning’s advice for once, and found myself thanking him for providing me a Plan B out of misery.

            “I should go thank him,” he said out loud this time, “After all, it’s the only reason I’m-“

            “Suilad,” said a voice from the corner.

            Edward jumped up, raising his fist, which was being circled by Alchemy (his natural talent and power since birth) as he approached the voice. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

            The figure stepped out of the shallow darkness, only a mouth visible under the shade of the hood. “I am a friend,” the figure said in a soft voice, “here to warn you of some ill fate.”

            Edward raised an eyebrow. He’d been in this kind of situation before.

            “What?” Edward asked cautiously.

            “You know Lightning Bolt, of the West Wood, yes?” asked the figure.

            “Yes.”

            “I regret to inform you that he has been reported missing by Westminster officials.”

            “WHAT!?”

            “He was abducted by the new lord’s armed forces last week.”

            “How do you know…?”

            “I am friends with his wife, Lavender. I can see, by your ornaments, that you know her as well.”

            “Yes…”

            “Help me. We must get him back.”

            “…”

            Edward looked at the figure as the robe was removed to reveal a beautiful young elf, with long, flowing silver hair, sapphire blue eyes, and pale skin.

            “My name is Milieul,” the elf said in a sooth, flowing voice, “Nice to meet your acquaintance, Edward Elric.”

            “You…know my name?” Edward asked.

            “Only from Lightning.”

            “Then let’s go get him.”

The cold, damp floor met my bare hands before I could really register what was going on. The click of the metal door locking me in was heard, and I silently cursed to myself. So the new authorities thought I was a threat, eh? Well, I’d prove them right, that’s for sure. Sighing, I pulled myself off the grimy floor, and sat on the damp, stone bed in the corner. Never mind, I’ll take the floor instead.

            Sitting back on the floor again, I decided to look out the bars of my cell out onto the corridor of, oh what a surprise, more cells. Several prisoners stared at me, giving me sad but knowing looks, and slunk back away into their own prisons. I could hear a small child screaming for his mother on the other side of the hall. How badly I wanted to help that kid…adults he could understand, but punishing kids? That was beyond cruel. God, the head of this place was going to get one hell of an ass kicking when he busted out.