Edward Elric, I Presume?
By Dragon-Child of Lightning
Chapter 3: Painful Memories
Edward shivered. It had been at least a few days since the invasion into Laboratory 5; he wasn't sure he was ever going to feel easy ever again. The night with the homunculus wasn't something the poor shorty wanted to remember. But then again, who would? "Three soul-less beings try to tempt you into playing God and you'll have nightmares too," Ed said when he tried to explain what happened that night to Mustang. Currently though, the short alchemist was getting his automail overhauled by his mechanic.
"I almost killed all those people," Edward said when had finished explaining everything to Winry, who had come into Central to fix Edward up.
"Don't beat yourself up over it," Winry said, tightening a wire. "The main thing this that you didn't, right?"
"Yeah; but I could've done it. It was so tempting, like a bowl of candy just sitting in front of a child. But… my conscious got in the way with Al watching," Ed sighed.
"So you're telling me you would've wanted Alphonse to watch you murder people on purpose?" Winry asked, taping her wrench into her palm. Ed could hear the emphases on 'purpose.'
"No."
"So you would've still done it even if he wasn't there?"
"…Maybe."
Wrong answer. Winry smacked him upside the head with her wrench.
"Ow! What was that for?" Ed asked, rubbing his head with his good arm.
"You idiot! I know you wouldn't consider killing people for a selfish purpose like getting your bodies back!" Winry scolded. Ed discerned Winry didn't say 'innocent people.'
"Hey, I was kinda being put on the spot! Al was being used as a hostage!"
"Hostage or not, you and Al had a choice."
"Yeah, I make the stone and we both live, or I don't make the stone and Al dies. They probably would've killed me too. And the prisoners were toast no matter what," Edward stated. Secretly he thought to himself, I wonder if those criminals are even still alive.
"And deep down you knew, even if both of you had your bodies returned, Alphonse would never be happy. You want to guess why?"
When Edward didn't respond, Winry continued. "He would never be happy in a body like that because we both know Alphonse and every time he would look at himself, wither it's in a mirror or otherwise, he wouldn't see himself; he'd see the many lives taken in his place to create his new body. He's not some evil person who could do something like that and have no guilty conscious. You get my drift?"
Ed sighed and nodded. "Yeah I do."
"Good." Winry screwed in the last bolt (the one she had forgotten last time). "Alright, that should do it. How does it feel?"
Ed tested it out, punching the air a few times. When done approving it, Edward said, "It's perfect Winry, thanks."
"Don't mention it; after all, you're the one having to pay extra for having your mechanic come all the way out here for you," Winry said smiling.
Ed mirrored her smile. "Yeah, whatever."
In Dublith…
Dublith; it is the small town that's right after Rush Valley if you're ever heading south. It was a nice town, full of good natured people, a stunning landscape, and a very talented and humble housewife.
There was one particularly shady part of town though, near a bar known as the Devil's Nest. Not many people like to go near it and tourists were told to steer clear of it completely, due to its bad rep. Of course, there were few who dared still to venture near it.
Currently, it was home to a homunculus, a former state alchemist, and a few dozen chimeras.
Joyce Ann sat on one of the numerous bar stools that were scattered around the dusty bar. The older generation in the room seemed not the least bit uncomfortable in the bar scene Joyce now sat in. But what could you expect from someone who rarely got out of her own cage? Free-Wing, (who sat as if she was on a nest on the counter behind Joyce Ann), assembled as silently as she could next to her human companion.
"Not used to this sort of thing, huh Kid?" Loa asked. He and Martel tended to stay near the chimera girl, in hopes of making her feel more open to everyone else.
"No I am not. This atmosphere is so much more different then Laboratory 5," she sighed. She pet Free-Wing lightly who in return fluffed her feathers out. "It's open and friendly, yet closed in from the outside world. It's, homey."
Loa grunted. "I get ya; all these different emotions just swirling inside you when you first go someplace new. I felt the exact same way when I first joined the military." He plopped down next to Joyce Ann, startling her a bit. He looked up and continued. "When I first entered in, I thought I was going to go up in rank and make my country a better place. Unfortunately, I was caught off guard one day and the next thing I know, I'm a special operative. It was basically almost all the chimeras here who were special ops. Most of us were mercenaries and snipers, but there were exceptions like Geo and Bido who were more of the brains of anything we did."
"Wow. Quite the history you guys have if I do say so myself," Joyce complimented.
"It isn't the best but it's ours. I made a lot of good memories and then there were others I wish I could erase." Loa looked at Joyce. "You ever have times like that much? Memories you wish you could erase I mean."
"Not really," Joyce said, her voice quavering slightly. "I've only had a few and they were spread out through my time alive."
"Well I shoulda' expected an answer like that," Loa shrugged. The two sat in the chatter of the room, not talking for a moment. It was only when Martel came up with two bottles in her hand did Loa speak again.
"So you gonna share that extra or no?" Loa asked, pointing to the bottle in Martel's left hand.
"What I planned to do," replied Martel, handing her friend the glass flask. The snake woman took an uninvited seat next to Loa and popped off the cap and took a long drink before saying, "Damn; we haven't changed a bit, have we?"
"Not in the least bit," agreed Loa. Free-Wing, tired of sitting, hopped up to perch on Loa giant shoulder.
Loa easily took the cap off his beer by popping it off with his thumb, but, being extremely strong, accidently sent it flying towards Joyce Ann. Seeing his mistake, Loa attempted to make a grab for it when Joyce's hand shot up. To both grown ups' wide eyed surprise, there between her thumb and middle finger, Joyce Ann had caught the bottle cap as it were merely a lightly tossed baseball.
"Nice reflexes," Martel congratulated.
"It's not much of an accomplishment, really," Joyce shrugged.
"Tell that to the last person Loa accidently did that to." Martel pointed to beefy man. "He has the proportional strength of a full grown bull. Meaning he's strong as Hell. If you ask me Kid, that's an accomplishment."
"I know how strong a full grown, male bovine can be," nodded the youth. "All too well."
Greed sighed heavily; it was almost a week since escaping and he still wasn't any closer to finding an answer to his original goal. "You'd think things would change a little after a couple centuries in solitude," Greed had complained.
Being one of the oldest homunculus, Greed knew a few things and what to make of them when they came up; even if they weren't obvious. And Joyce Ann was one of those cases.
What there was to asses was the fact that she had admitted to have seen and even almost performed human transmutation. It made Greed's insides knot to think that a girl as young as she was exposed to something like that so early on in her life. He respected women like Martel and Lychee who were tough cookies in Greed's eyes; of course, this meant Joyce Ann had her own league then. She was more than a simple tough cookie.
"If we are going to teach that girl what you want to teach her, then we need to begin now," Kimblee explained as he grabbed a drink.
"Tell me something I don't know. How we're going to teach it to her is a mystery though. She's seen human transmutation," Greed said, resting his chin on his palm.
"Maybe it wasn't pure human transmutation," hypothesized Kimblee.
"Hm?"
"I have the feeling that most of the "human transmutation" she talked about had to do with chimera creation."
"That could be."
Kimblee took a long sip then said, "Still, how are we going to teach her? Unlike I, she doesn't have a specific type of alchemy that she specializes in and that makes it easier for her learn. But since she's seen transmutation on at least another living being, she might be more reluctant."
"But I'm counting on her naïve nature and gullible mind for this experiment of mine to work…properly," Greed said, choosing his words warily. "If we can trick her into doing this-"
"GREED!"
Kimblee and Greed froze up immediately. "Oh now what?" Greed turned to see the source of the intrusion. It was Bido, running in for who knew what reason. "Bido what is it?"
"I have news! I have news, that's what! I've just heard of an alchemist who could help you in your quest for immortality Greed!" Bido excitedly reported.
Greed's anger vanished. This was news he could listen to. "Continue."
"He's a State Alchemist that goes by the name, the Fullmetal Alchemist! And he's the youngest ever inducted into the military!" Bido, by this point, was jumping up and down. "Plus, he has a brother who is in a shell of armor, which is most interesting! I've heard rumors that it's empty!"
Greed raised his brow. "Empty you say?"
"Yes; like Number 66!"
Greed gave the thought a moment to sit. "Kimblee, if you would, would you please have Bido tell you everything?" Greed asked the Crimson Alchemist.
"Why can't you?"
"Because I need to think about something momentarily."
"OK then." Kimblee left in a huff with the half lizard. Greed drummed his fingers as his "minions" left. This was indeed good news. Greed, as his name implied, was greedy for everything. Power, money, fame, you name it; everything. And Greed had been after immortality for a long time, but it was the one thing that seemed to elude the homunculus till he was driven mad with his thoughts whenever he thought about it.
And Greed, never wanting to admit it, had a soft spot in his icy, materialistic heart for Joyce Ann. She was naïve, yes, but that didn't mean she was completely innocent either. And it honestly sickened him to know that.
But, if there was another alchemist out there who could possibly perform alchemy in a way to help the homunculus gain immortality… Well, the job spot was open.
"It's now a problem of finding the two and figuring out exactly who performed the soul transfer to that armor," Greed thought aloud. He smiled deviously. "Maybe things have changed in the last few centuries."
Martel and Loa continued to stare. "What do you mean by 'all too well'?" Martel asked.
"Just that," Joyce quickly replied. "Now why on Earth is catching a bottle cap so important again?"
"Don't change the subject Joyce," Loa stated sternly. "What did you mean by 'all too well'?"
Joyce fidgeted for a moment before saying, "It's not something I like to talk about."
"You would feel better if you talked about it," Loa suggested. Martel gave him a strange look. "What?"
"Since when did you get all psychiatric-like?" Martel enquired.
"When my mother kept telling me that same thing every day of my life," Loa exasperated. The man turned back to Joyce Ann, who was trying to scoot out of her chair and run for it. That plan was obviously failing.
"So come on now Kid; spill it." Loa and Martel sat silently and stared at Joyce Ann who could only seem to fidget.
"Well, I know because, because… Ihadtowitnessyourchimeracreation!" Joyce blurted out as fast as she could.
"What?" Martel asked puzzled.
"I had to, uh; witness all of you being transformed into chimeras." The two friends blinked at Chimera 1. She continued. "You see, not only did I see human transmutation that had to do with the Philosopher's Stone, I also watched the brutal chimera creation that was used to create all of you."
"B-but how? I don't remember any scientists being as small as you," Loa asked dumfounded.
"I was hidden."
"Do tell what happened then; I uh, kinda blacked out from the pain."
"I'd like to know myself what exactly was happening after I blacked out too," Martel added.
Joyce Ann sighed half-heartedly. "OK then."
Confession and Memory
Joyce Ann could feel the cold metal on her back as she was herded forward. The 2nd Lieutenant that was ushering her hadn't shut up and kept on talking about the most random things. The only sensible thing Joyce could remember him saying was, 'Get up you freaky-'well let's just say what he called Joyce wasn't very polite. When Joyce didn't come out of the cell she was in (she had "earned the right to be in larger space"), the Lieutenant barked more nasty words and yanked Joyce Ann to her feet by her forearm, pressing a gun to her back. After that, it was nothing but babbling about everything except where they were going. Stupid full-blood, Joyce Ann thought.
The first thing Joyce Ann noticed while she was walking was the fact that she wasn't being blind folded; this intrigued the hybrid girl. Wherever she was going had to be not very important, otherwise she would've been blinded by some sort of cloth.
Finally, Joyce and the Lieutenant stopped at a destination (another room) the chimera was unfamiliar with. One man and one woman stood in front of them; the man had glasses and a kind looking face that had a hint of madness at the edges; his brown hair was cut short and complimented his coffee colored eyes nicely. The woman had glasses as well but sharp looking features and a scowl; her blonde hair was almost white and her blue eyes had an icy tint that didn't seem cruel like icy eyes normally had.
"Here's Chimera 1, Dr. Tucker and Dr. Pyrra," the Lieutenant saluted.
"Thank you Lieutenant Carswell; you are dismissed," the man named Tucker thanked. Lieutenant Carswell turned heel instantly and left. Both doctors looked to Joyce Ann who in returned stood like a solider and said nothing.
"So this is Chimera 1?" Dr. Pyrra asked rhetorically. She strode up to Joyce and took the girl's chin. "I expected her to be younger. This is good then, that my deduction was wrong."
"Yes, she's eight now," Dr. Tucker replied.
Dr. Pyrra froze. "Eight, Dr. Tucker?" she asked coldly.
"Y-yes. You see she's tall for her age."
The doctor rose to her full height again. "And why is an eight year old being forced to observe such horrific things such as this?"
"Well I actually don't know why except for the fact that she's extremely talented with alchemy," Tucker explained.
"Of course she would be," scoffed Pyrra. "Anything connected to nature like she would be." Pyrra faced Joyce Ann again. "I hear you've been given the name Joyce Ann. Is this true?"
The girl nodded.
She faced Tucker again. "From this point on, you will not call her Chimera 1, but Joyce Ann; understood Dr. Tucker?"
"Yes ma'am," Tucker nodded. When her back was turned, Tucker rolled his eyes and scowled.
"Good. Now if we would all face the window," Pyrra said, gesturing to the glass pane that Joyce only just noticed. Doing as she was told, Joyce followed. Looking out the window, she saw that it wasn't the outside world but the Sacrifice Chamber. She'd always known there were extra eyes that were not in the Chamber but watched with curious yet cruel enthusiasm from elsewhere.
Now Chimera 1 knew where.
In the Sacrifice Chamber were a hoard of scientists- ten or eleven at the most- and an unfamiliar bunch of people; a variety or short, tall, fat, thin, and scared people, all full blood human. Joyce's eyes turned from dull and submitting to surprised and inquisitive. Quite an interesting day this was turning into.
Tucker frowned and whispered to Pyrra, "Should we really let her watch this? If she does have a bad reaction, she'll never want to perform hu-"
"Yes I know," Pyrra cut in. "I agree with you, but in a different sense. But we have orders."
Indeed, Tucker thought, nodding to Pyrra. The scientist pressed a button that turned out to be a microphone. "Are the subjects ready?"
"Yes Dr. Tucker," a random scientist replied. "If we can, may we start the process?"
"Go for it," Tucker approved into the mic. Start what? Joyce wondered in her head. She recognized that the drawing on the floor transmutation circle from her alchemy training, but she didn't recognize the five-pointed design of this particular one. It was very different from a normal triangular transmutation circle; Joyce guessed it to be from a foreign land.
"What's that?" she asked, but it came out more as a squeak.
"It speaks," Tucker teased, a small smile on his lips.
"It's a very special transmutation circle; its five point design was created here in Amestres," Pyrra explained, ignoring Tucker's remark.
So it's a native, Chimera 1 thought. "What is it specialized for?"
Pyrra bit lip, and then hesitantly said, "Living beings."
"Like me?" Joyce asked, a blooming case of panic welling inside of her.
"Well, yes, you're a living being; but it's not for you."
"Oh." Joyce Ann's dread perished as quickly as it had come, leaving more room for curiosity. She watched as scientist after scientist entered the Sacrifice Chamber with tons of animals in tow; cows, snakes, dogs, lizards, birds, cats, even a crocodile. Chimera 1's eyebrows rose. This wasn't something she saw every day.
"You see Joyce Ann, you're about to watch chimera creation. We've come up with a different method that will keep these people alive," Pyrra explained to Joyce; she hesitated a bit before continuing. "As you know Joyce, you are the first successful human based chimera; unfortunately, the process that created you didn't work for everyone else. So-,"
"So you had to come up with another way," Joyce finished.
"Yes; exactly." Pyrra's eyebrows rose in wonder; even though she was still young, this little chimera, this girl named Joyce Ann was indeed quite smart for what little of an education she had.
Joyce, on the other hand, was furrowing her brow in thought. Why on Earth had this Dr. Pyrra told her this information? Possible explanations swirled around inside her mind; was it part of her training, was this "new way" a method something she needed to learn, or could it be something completely out of that category entirely?
Finally, some action other than scientists lugging in animals began to accrue. A scientist ordered two big military men to escort another man about twice their size to where the pentagon shaped transmutation circle lay, while another scientist and another military man tugged a huge animal with brown hair and huge horns protruding out of its skull; it stamped its hooves into ground when it came near the circle, huffing and protesting the only way the animal could.
"A bull?" Joyce asked quizzically.
"Yes," nodded Pyrra.
Joyce started to make the connection. "So the large man the two military men are escorting to the transmutation circle is going to become a bull-chimera?"
"Correct."
Joyce ruffled her feathers. "It must take a lot of power to transfer the DNA of the bull into that man; is that why you're trying this new technique with a transmutation circle?"
Pyrra grimaced. "Correct again Joyce Ann."
"Cool," Joyce breathed in awe.
"Doctors, we're ready for the procedure," a scientist reported through the mic.
"OK; we'll come down," Tucker said into the mic before turning it off. He started for the door and opened it when he said, "Hey ladies, come on." He gestured towards the door; Pyrra rolled her eyes as she left. Joyce stared at the exit. Once again, an exit stood in front of her, and she didn't want to leave. Joyce Ann frowned; why was it whenever she was given the chance to escape, that she didn't even contemplate making a run for it? It was annoying, that her first instinct was to hide and never do anything. Uggggghhh, thought Joyce.
"Joyce Ann, come now," Pyrra commanded. So, reluctantly as she was when she was escorted into the room, Joyce exited in the same manner.
Down, down, down the steps Joyce had just come up did all three persons walked. With each cold step, she still wondered the reason why she was being taught this new technique. But her thoughts were interrupted when she bumped into Tucker. Chimera 1 immediately jumped back, now edgy from being startled.
One scientist with short blonde hair, nervous brown eyes, and Coke bottle thick glasses skittered up to Tucker and Pyrra. "Doctors, here is the data report on each of the subjects, both human and otherwise," she babbled. "And information on all species is in there."
"Thank you Ninna," Tucker acknowledged, patting the girl on the head. Ninna pitter-pattered off again. Joyce Ann was a little confused as she looked at the papers; why was an extensive amount of research (about six inches thick of stacked paper) need for a transmutation? Probably so they don't screw up, a voice in Joyce's head answered.
"Now you stand here Joyce Ann," Pyrra instructed, ushering the chimera to her right. Joyce now stood and watched carefully with both scientists on either side of her. The first animal was brought up and into the circle: a full grown, male bovine; a bull, in other words. Its eyes widened to an extensive size upon seeing the circle and it bucked and kicked and tried to whirl around franticly and make a break for it. But the animal's actions were in vain as it was pull just enough so its legs crossed and it fell on its chin into the circle. A large man, probably almost as strong as the bull, was escorted to the circle as well, a dead look of defeat in his eyes. Joyce made a face and knitted her brow together; now she was extensively confused.
For you see, Joyce Ann didn't quite understand the chimera creation that was used after her and most definitely didn't understand why the animal was fighting to escape and why the human looked like he had given up on life. She once more looked over the parts of the transmutation circle she could see, and crouched in the sand. She drew out the circle and slowly, her brow rose till her eyes opened wide in terror. Uh-oh, she thought, finally remembering where exactly she had seen this circle: it was in a book marked 'Expert Alchemy,' in a section marked, 'Forbidden Arts.'
"Miss Pyrra, I don't think this is a good idea," Joyce Ann stated hastily to the taller.
Pyrra had an extremely grim look scrawled across her face, but didn't answer.
"Oh don't worry about it," Tucker replied instead, looking through the six inch document. "It's been done before."
Chimera 1's eyes were no longer bored and submissive; both pupils emitted trepidation and repugnance towards Tucker. "You mean to tell me you've transmutated both humans and animals like this?"
"Well, we've done this actually more on humans," Tucker replied casually.
"Are you telling me… No, it couldn't be that-" But Joyce was interrupted by a sudden gasp of surprise from one of the other chained humans; the lights of a transmutation, glowing red instead of blue, began with a show of hellish electric bursts. The bull cried out even more booming and the man shut his eyes and howled from pain. "NO!"
Even though she wasn't the one being changed in a painful matter, Joyce screeched as well, sinking to the ground on her knees as she watched man and beast become one in the worst way possible. The horrible screams from within the changing matter of the circle were intensified by the screams and gasps of horror from the other chained prisoners. Tears streaked Joyce Ann's cheeks as transmutation started to end.
"Well that seemed to end well," Tucker stated out of the blue, sounding actually… happy. Joyce felt violently sick with the scene in front of her; there was no more bull, only the large man laid, unconscious, dead-looking. Four big soldiers started toward the man and picked him up, carrying him off and on to a cart to who knew where in Laboratory 5.
Even though she wasn't the one being changed in a painful matter, Joyce screeched as well, sinking to the ground on her knees as she watched man and beast become one in the worst way possible. Tears streaked her cheeks as transmutation started to end.
"Well that seemed to end well," Tucker stated out of the blue, sounding actually… happy. Joyce felt violently sick with the scene in front of her; there was no more bull, only the large man was left, lying unconscious, dead-looking. Four big soldiers started toward the man and picked him up, carrying him off and on to a cart to who knew where in Laboratory 5.
"All righty then; who's next?" Tucker piped up. He looked at Pyrra and said, "Stephanie, you look a little green in the gills."
"I'm not surprised," Pyrra responded, hugging herself tightly. "L-let's get Joyce back inside her… confinement."
"Now wait. Chimera 1 needs to be able to watch this and learn how to-"
"Shut it, Shou," Pyrra snapped. Tucker's eyebrows rose. "This was too much for a girl her age and we both knew it. When the heads gave us this assignment, I knew you could care less about this girl and what would happen to her emotionally. Watching her own species and many others be destroyed like this… All we are doing is destroying the heart of an innocent girl; and I'm not proud of it."
"Well then, I guess that's all true," Tucker shrugged. "You can also say my concern for her earlier was all a sham."
"Is that all you can say; 'I guess that's all true?' You, Shou Tucker, the Sewing Life Alchemist, sicken me. I knew I shouldn't have taken this job; even if I did get to see my child!" Pyrra spat.
"I couldn't care if she's the queen of Xing; Chimera 1is our experiment and she knows alchemy. She is going to be used!"
"She has a name Tucker!"
Meanwhile, not hearing a word either Pyrra or Tucker said as they argued, Joyce sat huddled to herself, unsuccessfully trying not to hyperventilate. Her eyes conveyed all the fear that had ever been in her heart. Her wings quivered from her shaking, her heart pounded with the force of a train's engine. Chimera 1, had been terrorized.
"So I guess then we should move her, Dr. Pyrra?" a random scientist asked.
"Yes," was the woman's reply, ignoring Tucker's response. The blonde scientist named Ninna was ordered to approach the girl and escort her out; upon doing this, Ninna bent down to Chimera 1 and smiled ever so lightly.
"So, I'm supposed to take you back," Ninna whispered. "Could you please follow me?"
"No," Joyce Ann said hoarsely.
"Well you don't have a choice," Ninna replied softly, trying to lay a hand on C1's shoulder.
As soon as she saw that hand, Joyce Ann shot away from it. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she squealed with new tears of fright. "I will not do what you want me to do!"
"But-"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Tucker's face grew dark with something the opposite of sympathy. "Ninna leave her. If she won't go, then she'll observe the rest of this experiment."
No, thought Joyce Ann. Nononono! Two soldiers each then grabbed both Joyce and Pyrra; one pair chaining the chimera girl to the floor, right front of the circle, and the other pair forcefully leading Dr. Pyrra out a door in the wall.
"NO! Tucker, I swear to God, if you do this, you'll never see the light of day! You hear me Tucker!?" threatened the doctor.
Tucker laughed. "I hate to say it Stephanie, but you were never in charge here. So have fun observing your boss through that room. You'll be next you know."
Pyrra's screams of protest were cut short by the closing door. Joyce Ann's eyes once again began to leak at the sight of Pyrra being locked up; she was fully human: this was wrong.
"Now then Chimera 1; sit back and enjoy the show," Tucker mused.
"Doctor, do you have any children?"
Tucker's face lit up in surprise. "Y-yes."
"The hide them when you get home," growled Joyce. Then the process of the horrid chimera creation began again. Chimera 1 shut her darkened eyes; this life was a cruel one.
Martel had the most horrified and bewildered look, while Loa sat with a stone face and pity filled eyes.
"After that, I watched you Martel, Bido, Lychee, and a few more till all had been transformed. I'm surprised so many of you made it honestly," Joyce Ann concluded.
"But what happened to Dr. Pyrra?" Loa grunted, anticipation clawing at him.
"I… I don't know. I was taken back soon after, but I saw them take her out of her confinement and into the circle; they were probably going to kill her via human transmutation or something," Joyce replied grimly. She tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear. "But Tucker said 'she was next'. She might be a chimera now."
"Maybe, maybe not," Martel shrugged. "But honestly? That dude Tucker was way too harsh on both you and Pyrra."
"I agree," nodded the younger chimera. She pet Free-Wing as the falcon hopped from Loa's shoulder to her lap. "What was really strange though was the fact that Dr. Pyrra looked scary familiar; like from some dream I've had before, you know." She let out a short laugh. "Ha, if I wasn't mistaken, I would say Mrs. Stephanie Pyrra was related to me!"
Free-Wing, if she was human, would have sighed and shook her head, her yellow eyes filled with compassion. If she could've spoken, and she can't so she thought it, Free-Wing would've said, "Oh Joyce Ann, if you only knew the truth about Stephanie Pyrra…"
From DCoL
UGH! I had writers block again during the last half again! I'm so sorry!
Ok so to clarify things, here ya go:
Pyrra, I would say, is the type of woman who seems very edgy at first but really has a loving heart. With a few statements said in this chapter, you can guess who Pyrra is related to.
I don't know wither or not she'll die or not, but that's for a later date. And the fact if she's chimera or not… well cast your idea on what animal she'll be if she is alive, 'kay?
See ya!
DCoL