I be sooooooo sorry guys!! I know, I'm a horrible person! I haven't updated in such a long time! I mean… four months! (To me, that's a long time) I'm just glad it didn't turn into a year! That would be bad. Eh heh. Yeah… Heh. I hope you guys like this chapter!

Disclaimer: Um, yeah... FMA? Not mine... Never was... ...Yeah.

Sight
By Laine Squirrel
08/13/07

"You heard me. What did you think I said?" Envy asked with irritation.

"What am I doing here? I haven't done anything. Hey!" Edward yelled when Envy got up and walked off. "Where are you going? Why am I here? Did you bring me here?" Edward let all his questions pour out, hoping one of them would catch Envy's attention and make him turn around. Edward was left in silence.

Slowly Edward got up. He started walking cautiously towards the only entrance to the circular room: a tunnel. The only thing Edward could hear were his footsteps echoing against the stone walls. Faintly, though, Edward could hear a lot of noise, like traffic and people talking. As he neared the end of the tunnel the noises got louder.

Edward was shocked to find a city spread out underneath the ledge he stood on—a huge city, just like the Lost City. The only difference was that there was a buzz of human life coming from this city. Edward followed the path down into the city.

Edward walked into what seemed to be the city's center and sat down on a bench nearby. What was he supposed to do? He sat there for what seemed to be an hour when he noticed a woman staring at him. She beckoned. Edward looked around to see if it was possible that the woman was gesturing at someone else. There was no one around him. Puzzled, Edward turned back to the woman and pointed at himself. The woman smiled and nodded. Edward got up and walked over to her.

"Do you need help with something, ma'am?" Edward asked politely, unable to think of any other reason that the woman would need him for. She seemed to be in her 30's.

"Actually," the woman said softly, "I was wondering if you needed anything. You've been sitting there for the last two days."

"I…have?" Edward asked, confused. It had only seemed to be an hour. And besides that—"But nighttime hasn't come around once…It hasn't gotten dark or—"

The woman laughed, a sound much like chimes. "There is no nighttime, Edward. Not here. Sacrificia always looks like this."

"…Hey, how did you know my name?"

"My name is Enna," the woman said. The only thing that might have been a response to Edward's question was a smile. "Edward, why don't you come to my house? I have something that would probably fit you. My son's about your size. I would think that you would want to change out of that."

"That" was a skirt and shirt. Although Edward did want to change into something that was more meant for him, he wasn't so sure about this Enna person.

When he hesitated, Enna got up and started dragging him off. "Come, come, don't be shy. It's not like I have a cauldron back home boiling so I can cook you and eat you or anything." She laughed.

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"Welcome to my humble abode!" Enna said cheerfully.

Enna's house was anything and everything but humble. It was a mansion. A huge mansion. The trail leading to the double doors was bordered with all kinds of flowers. Edward followed Enna down the trail. The mansion was outside of the city, much quieter compared to the city. When Enna opened the door, the first thing Edward saw when he peered inside was water. The water surrounded another building inside, and from what Edward could see, it went all around. There were stepping stones leading to the real front door.

Edward looked up when he heard the tinkle of Enna's laughter. "Come along, Edward." She was already across the stones and holding her front door open. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, s-sorry!" Edward jumped across the stones quickly, and with a nod and gesture from Enna, went inside. He heard the door close behind him and a second after Enna rustled past him. She vanished up a set of stairs and shortly came back with an outfit folded in her hands.

"Here, Edward, change into this," Enna said, handing Edward the clothes and pushing him towards an empty room. Edward changed into the shorts and sleeveless top, conscious of how much his auto-mail was showing. He came out slowly. Enna made no comment on his auto-mail, but said something else.

"This way, Edward. There's someone I want you to meet."

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It was irritating. The person that had taken Edward away was not the person killing women and children, so that problem still needed to be taken care of. But if Roy needed to deal with that problem, then when would he get the time to work out the problem with Edward? Roy sighed and sank lower into his desk and behind the stack of papers on his desk. He could consider himself a failure. His plan had not worked; the killer had not been caught and Edward had gotten taken to the other side of the Gate when he had told Winry that neither of the Elric brothers would get hurt. Well, technically, neither of them were hurt. One of them just got…kidnapped.

But what if…What if there was another world besides the two with the Gate in the middle? After all…what happened to those who were transmuted into the Gate? Where did they go? Roy had doubts that they just went into oblivion. Sure, it was a possibility, but Roy didn't really believe it.

So then, what if there was another world insidethe Gate?

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"Mother, who do you have with you?" A girl peered around Enna to look at Edward. Her face lit with recognition. "Oh, it's Edward Elric! Hello! My name is Asterea." Her voice was soft and sweet, and there was something about her that reminded Edward of someone else he knew. But who? Who was it . . . ? Who else was it who had that same blonde hair, those same blue eyes, that same smile? He was forgetting. Edward knew that he used to know those things. There was a feeling, something in his mind, that was scolding him for forgetting, because that feeling knew that there was once a time when Edward could remember perfectly clearly exactly what it was he was now looking for.

Edward shook his head to clear his mind. "It's . . . nice to meet you . . . too . . ."

Asterea smiled. "Would you like me to show you around?"

"That's a great idea, darling!" Enna cut in, not giving Edward a chance t reply. "Edward, why don't you go along with Asterea? She'll show you around Sacrificia while I make dinner. After we eat she can show you around the house." Enna gave Edward a light but firm push back towards the front door, where Asterea was already standing.

Asterea grabbed Edward's hand and pulled him out the door and past the stepping stones, talking all the while.

As Edward was pulled along, he couldn't help but wonder, What is with these people?

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Edward wearily sat down at the table. Asterea had dragged him all over Sacrificia, and had talked about everything humanly possible. So much so that Edward had begun to fear that the talking would never cease. And he was surprised that he caught not one person looking at his auto-mail. It was almost like it was an every day thing that was seen every day, but no one else had auto-mail, that he could see.

"Edward?" Enna asked. "Edward, are you there?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. I was . . . distracted. You were saying?" Edward said absentmindedly.

Enna and Asterea both laughed. "I was just saying," Enna repeated, "that I'm sure you're tired from Asterea pulling you around everywhere, but that it's still important that you eat properly, so dig in."

Edward looked at all the food set up on the table in front of him. "Thanks . . ." Edward piled some food on his plate, very aware of the watchful eyes f Enna and Asterea upon him, and took a small bite. "This is really good!" Edward exclaimed. He piled more food on his plate and ate more and relaxed when he saw Enna and Asterea put food on their plates as well.

But he couldn't help but notice uneasily that he never saw either of them put a piece of food in their mouths once through all the talking during the meal.

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Sacrificia was an enjoyable place. There were always festivals, parties, entertainment, and excitement. Asterea always hung out with Edward, and Enna treated him like a son. Edward felt himself getting pulled more and more into that would, but it was okay, because Edward liked Sacrificia. He didn't see a problem with staying. Edward was forgetting. He wasn't sure what, except that it was something important, something he shouldn't forget, but despite that feeling Edward couldn't remember, and pretty soon Edward couldn't remember that he was even forgetting anything at all.

The only thing Edward didn't forget was that he never saw them eat, he never saw them drink, and that they always went to sleep after him and were always up before him. The sleeping part might be alright and not so noticeable because some people were like that, but the eating? There was just no way. Edward couldn't survive very long without eating (he couldn't really survive without the sleeping, either, though), and yet Asterea was always jumping about excitedly, her energy bursting everywhere, and Enna never seemed tired. Neither of them seemed tired, actually. At all. Ever.

And there was one more thing. That first day he had gone to Enna's home, she had said that she had a son, a son who was about Edward's size, and whose clothes he was still wearing. Edward never saw or heard of/from that "son."

And then one day, as Edward returned from yet another visit to Sacrificia with Asterea, Enna came rushing out to meet them.

"Edward!" she called, seeming excited about something. "Edward, come quickly now! There's someone here who's intent on meeting you!" She waited almost as what would seem impatiently as Edward scrambled across the rocks towards her. Even before Edward had gotten both feet on the ground she was standing on, Enna had grabbed Edward's hands and started running off, dragging Edward behind her.

Enna slammed two doors open and led Edward into what he had come to know as the living room/family room/parlor/"hang-out" room. He noticed a woman sitting on one of the crouches sophisticatedly.

"I've brought him, Lady Blade!" Enna told the woman with a flourish, presenting Edward.

As Edward stumbled to a halt between Enna and the woman sitting on the couch, he found himself looking into brown eyes. And he thought eyes had to be blue to give you that icy, chilly feeling. He shivered unconsciously as her eyes examined him, up and down, up and down. Enna had called her "Blade." Everything about this woman was sharp: her eyes, her chin, her nose, the way she dressed, her hair and how it looked like mini-knives that sharpened all the way down to points at her shoulders . . . her whole entire demeanor was razor-sharp, and Edward couldn't help but that think that her name was very fitting for her.

"I did not think that he would look so . . . plain" were the first words he heard her say. His expression immediately changed to a scowl. The woman glared at Edward. Edward glared back.

He turned back to Enna. "I don't think I want to meet this woman," he said. "I'm going to go now." He started to make his way around Enna, but she grabbed his arm and hissed, "You do not speak of Lady Blade that way!" and spun him back around to face the woman—Lady Blade—once again.

Lady Blade got up and circled Edward, examining him and muttering some things here and there. "On the skinny side . . . Seems childish and immature . . . Rather small and short for his age . . ."

Edward snapped. "I am not little! I am not short! Don't call me midget! Or small fry!" Edward swung his left hand in a swinging motion in Lady Blade's direction. An icy hand caught his wrist and enveloped him with a freezing aura.

Edward looked down to see Lady Blade's hand gripping his own wrist and glanced back up to see her eyes narrowed at him. He narrowed his own back.

"Do not behave like that, child," Lady Blade warned, "and listen to what I have to say. I'm not here for a friendly little visit. I have a proposition for you."

Edward wrestled his arm free with irritation. "What? It's probably not worth my while." Edward couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy as Lady Blade's face spread into a wild grin.

"Oh, but it will be worth your time. How would you like your left leg and right arm back?"

Edward's eyes widened. He looked down at his auto-mail arm and then his auto-mail leg, and opened his mouth to reply. "I . . ." He trailed off when he heard a familiar voice.

"Someday, I swear I'll get you back the way you were."

Edward knew that voice. It was his own.

"Mm-hmm," a voice answered Edward. "And when that day comes, your full body will be there too."

Al. How could he have forgotten Al?

Edward's mouth was still pen. "I," he repeated again, "I made a promise . . . to my little brother. I made a promise to Al. We made a promise to each other! I'll get my arm and leg back when he gets his body back!" He jumped up and raced towards the doors, ignoring the voice that called after him, "And your brother has his body back, but you don't have yours . . ." He threw the double doors open and charged towards the pair at the front of the house. Slamming them open, he leapt down the stairs and kept running, desperate to get out of that place and back to where he knew he should be. He leapt to jump onto the first rock at the front of the house and plunged right into the water surrounding the house, the rocks suddenly having disappeared.

Edward struggled to rise to the surface, but the water was heavy and seemed to fight with him, refusing to let him up. Edward's strength was running out, and dimly he remembered being lifted out of the water in a cage and a voice saying, "I'm sure you'll come around sooner or later . . . But I highly suggest sooner. The clock is ticking, child. Time's running out."

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There had to be something he could do! Alphonse knew that with much irritation. But what? He wandered aimlessly through the streets of the city after meeting with Roy again, having no specific destination in mind. Roy had told Alphonse his idea of anther world being inside the Gate. Alphonse poured over all his options, hoping to find one that would give at least the smallest hint or clue as to how to get to Edward. Alphonse was positive that Edward was in the Gate rather than on the other side. Edward and Alphonse had gone to the other side before, and Edward had gotten them back. If Edward was on the other side of the Gate, then surely he would have gotten himself back by now. No. Edward was definitely somewhere inside the Gate. But that still didn't really help at all in getting to Edward. Alphonse hadn't had as much contact with the Gate as Edward had. Alphonse had no idea how to go inside the Gate, either. He had only opened it once, and back then he had to use Wrath and Gluttony. He had helped Edward close it, but he had never stayed inside the Gate when passing through, except for that one time when they had tried to bring their mother back to life. Edward had managed to drag Alphonse's soul back from the Gate. But Alphonse couldn't remember being in the Gate that well. He didn't remember that incident much at all, in fact.

Alphonse looked up when e felt the heat of the sun convert into the coolness of shade and found himself in an alley. How had he managed to do that? Alphonse turned around to go back when he heard a familiar voice.

"There you are!"

Alphonse spun back around to face the owner of the voice. "You? What do you want . . . Envy?"

So… Yes, the reason for my lack of updates is the same as last times. I've been working on AMVs. Yep. I've added one more. It's on YouTube. It's for Ed and Winry! And the first minute and fifteen seconds are for Trisha and Hohenheim!

If you all are thinking: She didn't update for four months because of one AMV?.!, that's not true! I've been working on another one, and another one after that, and neither of them are working for me, so I'm now on another one.

For those of you who haven't caught on, I LIKE FEEDBACK.

Have a nice rest of the day, everyone! (smile)

Laine

Squirrel