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Jordan: Ah well... OH YEAH! we have a challenge set up for you readers!

Caroline: YES! YES WE DO!

Jordan: Its at the bottom tho...

Caroline: The challenge depends on the f8 of this fanfic!


Chapter 11: The Only Sister

A blonde girl sat there, a dog in her lap, staring out the window. She softly stroked the mammal's black hair, a sad, lonely look on her face.

'He can't be serious about leaving, can he? I mean- Ah, Winry, you stupid girl! He has to! Besides, he'll be back soon enough … right?'

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Winry stood up. "Come on, Den," she whispered to the dog. He followed her to the door. She slowly opened it.

"May I… oh," she stopped, seeing a younger-looking brunette standing at her door.

"Uh… hi," Winry said, waving to her young customer.

The girl smiled & blinked.

"Did you get lost, little girl?" she asked.

She shook her head.

"Uhh…" Winry was confused. A girl this young couldn't have possibly lost a limb.

The girl frowned. "This isn't Rockbell's Automail, is it?"

"Yes," Winry said, confused. "You…. Didn't lose a limb did you?"

"Yes, an arm," the girl answered in the same tone. "You don't run this do you?"

"Yes."

The girls stared at each other for a moment, & at the same time, both pointed at the other & looked very confused.

"You lost an arm!"

"You run this place!" they each yelled at the same time.

"Winry, who are you yelling at?" came a voice.

"Uhh.." Winry looked at the girl. "Please, come in," she said.

The girl wandered in, somewhat unsure of herself.

The three sat down at a table. Plates of food rested everywhere on the table. The brunette's eyes widened happily at the sight of it.

"So…" the old lady, known as Pinako, asked. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

The girl stopped wolfing down the food, & looked up, not even knowing what the question was.

"Nani?" she asked.

It was then that Winry noticed the girl had a resemblance to Ed… even a bit to Al… & began to wonder as well.

"She asked what your name was," Winry replied.

"Oh," the girl smiled. "Caroline."

Winry's eyes sparkled. "Caroline who?"

"Uh," the girl looked down, completely confused. She had never been asked this question before. What was the last name she had read? E…. it had began with an 'e'… E…. Elric! "Elric," she answered. "Caroline Elric."

Winry froze. "Elric?" she wondered. She looked to Pinako, who had a smiling, sly look on her face, knowing something that Winry did not.

After the three had finished, they had taken the girl to get her arm measurements, much to the girl's displeasure.

"Short arms, huh shortstuff?" Winry kidded.

That comment caused the girl to yell & scream at the poor blonde with no mercy whatsoever.

"How long has your arm been in this shape?" Pinako asked.

"About seven months now," the girl answered. She was glad she had not taken this journey four days after the loss, as originally planned; otherwise, she couldn't bear it. She would have died from exhaustion.

"Well," she said. "That'll be all," Pinako said. "Now, off to bed with you. It'll be done in a day or so."

"Thank you," the girl said. The two watched her off.

"Grandma," Winry said, once the girl was gone. "She… she said…"

"I know, Winry," her grandmother answered. "She said her last name was Elric."

"Could… could she be lying?" Winry asked.

Pinako managed a grim look on her face. "It's possible."

Winry frowned. "But… How?" she asked. "Ed & Al never mentioned anything about a-"

"Ever think that Edward couldn't remember, dear?"

"What?" Winry asked.

"Ed was only about two & a half when she was born," Pinako explained. "A child's memory usually starts around three, & even then, it's too foggy to remember a lot of things. Plus, the night their father left, the infant disappeared."

Winry nodded. "I see. But why didn't their mom-"

"She wouldn't want to make herself sad, much less Ed & Al."

"I see," Winry said. "Do you think I should tell Ed?"

Pinako shook her head. "One sibling's enough on Edward's hands."

"But…"

"Don't worry, Winry. The child seems to be doing fine. How else could she have survived for the nine years she was gone?"

Winry smiled. "I guess you're right."

The next morning had arrived. The sun had just began to rise over Risembool when

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Winry ran to the den. "Caroline!" she yelled. What had the girl done? She couldn't have lost another limb, right? She couldn't believe she had been so worried once she arrived at the site.

The girl angrily tried to get the dog off first by trying to talk to it, then trying to shove it off, & finally she resorted to her expertise- yelling & hitting.

"Get off me, you damn mutt!" she yelled.

"Den!" Winry called.

Immediately the dog got up, & left Caroline sitting on the floor, angry & confused.

Winry looked a bit tweeked at the girl's actions. The girl smiled & laughed nervously as she sat up.

"Sorry," she said.

Winry smiled a little, then said "A few more hours, & the automail will be done. Why don't you go find something to entertain yourself?"

"Alright," the girl said, much like a disappointed little child.

She wandered outside, her hands behind her head. She was getting used to having two arms back already. Pinako had given her a fake arm to use until the automail was ready so the girl was free to do whatever she wished. Caroline liked this place. It was quiet, unlike Central, & pretty too. However, her keen sense of smell picked up a strange scent. & as if the child had learned nothing about curiosity, she began to run toward it.

When she came to the source of the smell, she was a bit confused. A small bit of smoke was rising from the wood that lay on the ground. Obviously a house had been burned. She would have liked to investigate it but she began to cough & feel somewhat dizzy, so she turned away, & walked off.

She decided to take a different way to Winry's house, but once she saw what she did, she wished she had just stayed at Winry's house for a few more hours. What she saw… was a grave.

'Trisha Elric.'

The name flashed back & forth through her mind, her eyes wide in confusion. Her mother… was gone too? What… what had happened? Why? How? The questions went through the girl's mind before she crouched down & began to cry.

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch," the girl muttered.

She panted as the Rockbells adjusted her automail.

"I'm sorry, Caroline," Winry said. "But we have to attach each nerve ending to the metal."

"Well, do you have to make it hurt so much?" the girl yelled crankily.

Winry gave the child a soft, understanding smile. "Just bear with us. Only a few more…" she twisted the wrench a little. She thought she saw tears in the girl's eyes. "It's okay to scream if it hurts. You're taking this much better than our older-"

"I don't scream," the girl said. "It doesn't help & all it does is make my throat hurt."

Winry smiled, & continued working.

"Where do you live?" she asked, clearly trying to handle the patient.

"I…. Live…. With…" her mind flashed back to her so-called family. "These two people back in Central…" she said slowly, not even realizing the pain as she spoke. "I've been raised since I was really little. But..." she smiled. "I learned I needed to get out more, so I started this journey for this one thing."

She looked up to the ceiling thoughtfully.

"So…" Winry said curiously. "What are you looking for?"

"This… thing…" she said. "Something called the Philosopher's Stone."

"Think you'll find it?" she asked.

"You kiddin?" the girl asked.

Her eyes filled with determination.

"I know I will."

& with that, she gave a laugh only a child could have.

The coat billowed, her hair played in the wind, & her brown eyes sparkled with the determination she had always harnessed. She stared down the two on the steps of the Military HQ.

Two pairs of eyes stared upon her, one black, one blue. Their black hair flowed in the wind. Identical smirks rested upon their faces.

"So, you're finally back, huh?" he asked.

"Hell yeah," the brunette snapped. "After three years of workin my ass off payin for this automail!" she banged on her arm to show them. "And," she added. "Going to Central only to find out you," she pointed to Roy, then to Jordan "& Second Lieutenant Bastard aren't there!" she yelled.

"So you know I'm a State Alchemist already?" the girl drawled.

The brunette smirked. "That's right," she said. "& that's why I'm here."

"Because you know I'm a State Alchemist?" the girl questioned just to get on the other's nerves.

"No!" the girl yelled. "Cuz I'm,"she thrust a thumb to her chest. "gonna become one too!"

Roy smirked.

"Overconfidence, huh?"

The girl smirked. "So are you gonna let me take the exam or not?"

Roy looked at the expression on her face. He looked into her eyes, because if there was one thing he had learned from his parents, it was eyes were windows to the soul. He saw determination. Not just to pass, or to get to one thing. To fix things. Her arm. Her mistakes. Her life. & he smiled.

He turned & continued to walk up the stairs. His sister followed. He stopped once he got a few steps up, knowing the girl at the bottom was waiting for an answer. He looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"We'll see."

The brunette beamed, & began to run behind the two, smiling & laughing.

& Roy knew she hadn't changed a bit.

To be continued...


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