She smiled temptingly. Her hair was short and golden, like his own hair hanging in a braid down his back. Her eyes were a soothing green. But he couldn't reach her. Her friend, who looked just like her, held her out of reach. She sat in a throne carved form obsidian, so it resembled a rose. And her hands were stained in something red…

Edward shot awake. He shook his head sadly. "Same stupid dream." he smiled.

"Oi! You awake up there?"

He winced at Annabeth's voice. Winry had fallen mysteriously ill, so Ed was staying with her cousin, Annabeth Zatsune. The two had no family resemblance. Annabeth towered at seven feet eleven inches, her long black hair was in twin pony-tails at the side of her head, and her eyes were different colors. One blue, one red. Annabeth was always covered in stains of oil and grease, whereas Winry was neat and tidy.

"Comin' 'beth!" he yelled down to her. He smiled at her grumbling over his pet name for her.

Annabeth was unusually clean. Her scruffy black hair was loose and neatly brushed. All stains were absent. Her purple halter-top and baggy green pants were gone as well, and so were her muddy boots. "Is somethin' wrong, squirt?" she asked. Ed didn't object, well aware that she could break cement blocks with her bare hands.

"Nothing, you just look different."

"It's my two days off. The days I'm allowed to get clean. Sleep well?"

"Well, I've been having this weird dream. It's this girl, like a princess, with red hands, and an identical servant." he told her.

The pile of plates Annabeth had been holding crashed to the floor. Edward looked up as she stood over him, eyes dark. "Don't go to her, Edward. She's bad news." In her voice, Ed heard concern. "You must never go to that girl, or you may never see daylight again."

The servant was absent. She stepped off of her throne, hand extended. She smiled again. "I'm Lucy. What's your name?" she asked in a melodic voice.

"Just Lucy? Not Princess Lucy?" he asked, confused.

"Just Lucy."

"E-Edward Elric."

"Do you like me, Edward? Do you want to dance with me?" she asked, walking forward. She brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Yes!" he took her hand. "For a dream, this is pleasantly real."

"Who said anything about a dream?" Edward opened his eyes. He was standing in his room, holding Lucy's hand. "I'm not just a dream?" Lucy laughed her voice music.

"You're real…" he murmured.

"Of course!" she laughed, stretching up on her tip-toes to kiss him.

"Edward!" They both looked at the door. "Stay away from her!" Annabeth roared, pounding on the locked door. "Once you fall into her trap, you're dead!"

"Never mind her. She's just jealous." Lucy told him.

"Just jealous." he agreed, leaning in to kiss her again.

As their lips made contact, two things happened. The door burst open to reveal Annabeth, wielding a large sledge-hammer, and Ed felt a cold blade stab into his chest. "I warned you!" Annabeth yelled in sorrow, bringing the hammer down on Lucy's head. "Did I not warn you, you foolish boy?" she wept.

"Annabeth…" Ed gasped as the world swirled over in red.

"I warned you… Good-bye, Edward…"