Prologue
Ed looked around the room: Mustang, on his knees, injured and searching for the lost light; Hohenheim, lying on the floor, too wiped out to get back up; Izumi, coughing blood, leaning desperately on Sig, trying to find a stronghold in the chaos; Alphonse, lying on the floor, unmoving, never to get up again; and him, his arm working and but in a mess, and multiple wounds that should be fatal.
His hands shook as he clapped his hands for what he knew could be his last time. Tears streamed down his face, allowing them to finally flow after all he's been though: His mom, the Rockbells, the failed transmutation, Nina, Hughes, and all the other times they've been wronged. Him and Alphonse. He placed his hands on the floor, the array in his mind, clear as day.
Suddenly, it was completely white, aside from The Gate. He looked with sad eyes, yet determined. He really didn't have anything left to lose this time. The Gate smiled its creepy smile. "So what are you going to give this time?"
Ed didn't reply, only holding out the philosopher's stone he got from Envy. The Gate smirked. "I see. Well I'd say this worth thirteen people's passage, although due to what you want, I'd say about nine." Ed blinked, that was not what he expected. "What is this, you don't even understand what you want? I'll make this even more interesting then. Well I hope you enjoy your trip."
All of the sudden appeared eight other people, wearing blank looks, as if in a trance. Ed couldn't tell who they were, except that they were familiar faces. The Gate opened, the eerie little black hands grabbing all of them, including him. The Truth waved one last time. "Have fun!"
