Fullmetal Alchemist and the Mirror of Erised
Ed angrily kicked open another door. The room was empty. Just like every other room in the whole damn building. Empty. Stupid Colonel Mustang had sent him on another wild goose chase.
'This mission looks promising.' Roy had said.
"Promising my foot," Ed muttered. He was ready to slam the door shut, but something in the far corner of the room caught his eye. For some reason the object seemed to call to him, so Ed cautiously went to investigate.
As Ed drew closer to it, he saw that it was a mirror. It looked very old. The silver frame was tarnished, the glass looked warped, and the entire thing was covered in dust and cobwebs. But what intrigued Ed the most was the strange inscription around the top. He couldn't read it, but it sent shivers down his spine. Shivers that compelled him to stand and gaze into the mirror.
At first, he saw only himself, and he felt slightly disappointed. The way he had felt made him expect it to do something. Then he noticed something about his reflection. His reflection had a flesh arm and flesh leg. Gasping, Ed touched his arm and leg, but his hand met with cold metal. He looked back into the mirror.
Tears sprang to his eyes. More figures had joined his reflection in the mirror. Alphonse was there, not the armor, but his real body. And their mother, standing behind them, smiling, hands on their shoulders. Ed glanced over his shoulder, but the room was empty. He turned back again. There was one more person standing there. Ed clenched his fists.
Van Hohenheim.
Angry tears spilled down Ed's cheeks. What was that bastard doing there? The mirror had shown him everything he wanted: his mother, his brother in his own body, and even himself, whole. Why was Hohenheim there? It was his good-for-nothing father's fault that any of the troubles he faced had even happened! It was Hohenheim's fault that he was even here!
But as Ed sat down in front of the mirror and cried, he didn't realize that they were all smiling and laughing in the mirror. He didn't see the joy on their faces as they kept each other company. He didn't notice how much of a family they were.
And he didn't admit that he was crying for the family he didn't have. The whole, happy family that was smiling in the mirror, but was no more than an image and desire. He didn't know that the reflected family was the one thing that would fill the emptiness he felt as he sat and cried in that empty room.
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