Muse: Didn't we say we were going to update this last chapter two weeks ago?

Siren: Oops...our bad. Hey, at least we did it.

Muse: We apologize. We owe you all pie.

Siren: We had PSSA's, which are insanely boring, dull, mundane, tiresome, trite, unexciting, uninteresting, unvaried, wearisome, tedious state tests.

Muse: And we were lazy.

Siren: Yeah...

Muse: Disclaimer!

(poof) Edward Elric: What?! Where am I?!

Muse: We poofed you in. Say the disclaimer.

Ed: I was just saving an entire town from utter destruction! You've killed them all!

Siren: It'll be fine. Say the disclaimer!

Ed: Sirens & Muses don't own ToS, FMA, or the village they destroyed. (poof)

Siren: Review, please!

Lloyd sighed and leaned back against his mother's headstone. Kratos' sword was lying next to him, where it had been since he'd left a few days ago.

He stood up, yawning. "Well, Mom, I'd better get going. I've still got some stuff to do before I leave. But don't worry, I'll come back and visit." Just as he was turning to leave, something caught his eye. It let off a glare in the bright sunlight. Lloyd leaned down over the back of his mother's grave and gently picked up the object.

A bottle.

He inhaled sharply. There was no doubt in his mind who had left it for him. He sat back down and popped it open.

Dear Lloyd,

I know that you're going to be going away soon, so I hope this letter reaches you before you leave. I tried to leave it in a place you go often.

You once told me that you were going to sail around the world on a boat you made yourself. There's little doubt in my mind that you're going to accomplish that goal. When you do, I have something for you to do. A game of sorts.

After you made the pact with Origin, I wrote you more letters like these. So many, that it'll take you while to find them all. But I'm sure that won't stop you. The night before I left for Derris-Kharlan, I scattered them in the ocean around the world.

Also, I found your letters. Probably not all of them, but as many as I could find. I have one detailing your fourteenth birthday, and one where you got a concussion from playing baseball with Colette. I brought them all to Derris-Kharlan with me, so I can read them over and over and learn about your childhood.

Since you'll be reading more of my letters, this isn't goodbye. This more of a 'to be continued'.

Love,

Dad

So, Kratos had written him more letters. Lloyd smiled to himself. "Hear that, Mom? I've got another mission. Just like him to make me do more work."

Lloyd stood up and gathered his stuff. He was supposed to have met the others in Iselia by now. Man, he was late. Now, he just needed somewhere to put the letter, somewhere he wouldn't lose it…

He pulled out the locket he'd been given by Kratos. There was a thin space between the picture and the metal behind it. Just enough to fit a folded up piece of paper into it. A perfect fit.