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We landed on some underbrush full of dark, thick packed dirt and pointy twigs. Opening my eyes, I saw the edges of trees that were, perhaps, thirty feet tall. The little bit of light shining through the canopy seemed to give me clues that it was between the hours of three and four in the afternoon. Sitting up, I found myself in a vast forest. It was dark near the ground, with decaying branches and damp leaves. It smelled of old land, a forest that had been living for quite a long time. The layers of different soil types beneath me more than agreed.

What was odd was the fact that it was eerily quiet. Nothing moved, breathed, flew, or even caused a sound near where I laid on the ground. It was very peculiar, but I chose to ignore that fact and be glad that no strange creatures had decided my insides would be a tasty meal.

I sat up slowly while trying to recall what Harry Potter or Albuse Dumbledore had to do with a forest. Sadly, I had no answer. Damn you, Truth, damn you.

I hear a deep groan and look to see Envy lying face down ten feet away. I turn my eyes downcast, it HAD to be him, didn't it?

I would have assessed more on how much I can't handle only knowing that certain sin in this extremely different world, but at that moment, Envy sprung to life and began to move ever so gingerly. "Where the fuck am I?" Envy wondered aloud while lifting himself onto his hands and knees.

I cough lightly to let him know I am here which caues him to whip his head around and glare daggers of surprise in my direction. I guess he does not at all like being snuck up on, and that feeling I can sympathize with. "I'm wondering the same thing..." I inform him quietly.

15 seconds later and I am laying flat on the ground again with Envy legs on either side of my waist and a blade is at my throat where his arm once was. I try not to flinch as he presses the blade hard enough to draw a few drops of blood. I even my breathing and meet my wide, unblinking gold eyes to Envy's ferocious purple ones that are brimming to the fullest with anger.

We stay in this akward position for a few moments with only the harsh sounds of Envy's breathing to fill the silence. "You know pipsqueak," he says finally, "I really just want to slaughter you right now."

I laugh weakly, "as fun as that sounds, there's a few things I need to do first..."

"You mean restoring that tin can of a brother?" he rolls his eyes and says with such a boring tone that I find myself nodding in response. "Yes, that, and whatever Truth is having me do."

"I see why you're not too fond of the guy, shorty. He sends me to this shitty place, with you," he adds in disgust. I try my best to hide the hurt feeling that is threatening to show in my face.

I simply shrug instead. "I didn't beg for you to come," I say in anger, "I guess the bastard thought it would be funny for you to tag along."

Envy regards me for another minute or so before quietly standing. He alters his arm back to it's original form and extends it just above my chest. After seeing my confused expression he adds, "C'mon. We better get going."

I am tempted to let him help me up but I decide against this immediately and push myself up to stand. Envy looks sightly deflated when he pulls his hand back to his side but does not say anything on the matter. And then we are searching.

I begin to walk at a quicker pace to keep a good distance between Envy and I as we trudge off in one direction, hoping deperately that where we are headed is a good choice. Envy seems to be off thinking somewhere, and I am stuck here thinking of Envy and how much of a bastard he is.

I growl lightly in frustration and push my legs to move faster. This caues me to miss a step and trip over a thick root. I hear the air swoosh past my ears as I throw my hands out in front of me to lessen the landing I am expecting as I plunge head first to the ground. Dirt never meets my face. I was caught in someone's arms, Envy's arms.

I blink rapidly and flush with color. "Ah, thanks."

Envy smirks, "Anytime Fullmetal shrimp. Now, as much as I enjoy having you in my arms, we seemed to have stumbled upon Sir Arthur's keep," he says and lifts his pale hand to point at something not far off in the distance.

I let my eyes travel to the spot he is pointing to, and what I see is far more that expected. A massive castle can be seen standing there through the thicket of branches, looking indeed like it belongs in the middle ages. I choke on any sarcastic remark I might have said and grab Envy's wrist and drag him along to finally emerge from the forest we had been wondering around in for nearly an hour.

Not far off is a settled lake, and somewere down the line of the edges of the forest is a wooden hut. This world just keeps getting stranger by the second.

I look over at Envy and nod. He understands easily, this castle is the place. We walk in silence us to the enormous brick building that stands before us.

When we reach the stone steps of the front of the castle I finally ask, "What the hell will we say?"

He tilts his head to the side, and with hs lips pulled imto an unquestionable smirk, he says, "We just wing it, ofcourse." Such a statement could only cause me to roll my eyes and laugh dryly.

I knock roughly seven times with my automail, knowing anything less would not be heard throughtout the gigantic building. Finally we begin to hear several audible clicks and then the heavy wooden doors are edged open slightly.

An elderly women with slick black hair pulled into a tight bun, a stern face and emerald green robes face appears in the crack of the open doors. She narrowed her eyes threateningly, "Yes, can I help you boys with something?"

"Yes there is," I say with confidence that is not really there, "Is there an Albus Dumbledore here by any chance...?"

If she is surprised or even slighly startled, she hides it well. "And what is your business with Albus?"

"Please ma'am," Envy cuts in politely to my astonishment, "We would not at all be here if our reasons were not of the utmost importance. We wont be long, I assure you."

Even this strict old women could not resist Envy's pleading eyes, for after a few seconds we were being guided into the threshold of the building and through long halls to the residing place of Albus Dumbledore.

Out of the very far corner of my eye, I see Envy grinning with accomplishment. I want to laugh, but we are still being led forward by the the women.

Throughtout the halls, I notice painting that seeme to be conversing. I suppose this is the magic Truth spoke about, and then I realize if it had been anyone else that had told me about 'magic' I would have punched ther lights out and told them to grow the fuck up and stop dreaming.

But it was not just anyone, so now here I am, going up stairs where a gargoyle used to be with my worst enemy and an old women to see Albue Dumbledore.

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