A/N: see you at the end of the chapter!

Disclaimer: refer to first chapter

The first time he notices that the dreams are different from the ones he usually has, he is four years old.

When he asks his twin brother whether he has the same dreams or not, he only receives a shake of the head and harmless curiosity.

Thing is, he is not too keen on retelling the dreams, no matter how much his brother insists, because they're full of quick images and screams, red, and black, and people with white hair and red eyes, and sparkling magic followed by loud explosions, and-

Frankly, it scares him.

But...

Among all the spooky flashes that make him want to wake up as soon as possible, there is... one dream, or rather, one detail in one of the dreams, that is different from all the rest.

It's flitting, come and gone before he can fully register it, lost in the powerful tidal wave of colors and screams he doesn't remember ever having seen nor heard outside of the dreams- it's just a tiny flickering image-

One of golden hair and golden eyes.

And whenever he sees it, for some reason, he doesn't feel all that scared anymore.

That said, once something that used to bother them doesn't anymore, four years-olds tend to simply forget and go on with their lives, old memories easily swept under the rug to be replaced by new, exciting information; and this particular child is no exception. So when the dreams stop assaulting him every night, soothed away by warm golden light, the child... forgets.

He forgets and grows up, surrounded by a loving mother and a nice twin brother, and many many friends visiting from all-over the world.

But there is one person he favors among all those visitors who sometimes look at him and his brother as if they're looking through them:

He has golden eyes and golden hair, and Mother says he is the one who gave him his name – and he loves it all the more for that little fact; for his name, which he thinks sounds pretty cool all in all even if his brother still has trouble pronouncing it for now…

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… is 'Zolf'.

FIN

A/N: There you have it; my sort of- kind of- happy ending for our dear underrated psychopath! It wasn't the driving force behind this story, but I think it fits. Not that Kimbley's 'discussion' with Ed changed anything in his actual behavior - he still ended up in Pride's stomach exactly because he wouldn't alter his course of actions, but I feel that Ed isn't the kind who would conveniently forget who he owes his life to.

So there, one last time, please don't hesitate to review this story, whether it be to argue or to concur with the points mentionned - I'll update the last chapter to include replies if necessary -, or even to criticize my admittedly terrible grammar (I've never tried writing in this tense before so I'm expecting it).

Until next time, in this fandom or another ('Affection' readers, I'm not forgetting you!), and thanks for reading to the end! ;)

Edit: minor corrections because FF likes forgetting spaces and erasing chunks of words for some reason.