In Ishval a woman is hiding in alleyway from the military, she had just witnessed her husband being killed along with her family. 'What did we do to deserve this? What?' The woman thought as she heard someone say. "I found one!"She gasped in horror and tried to run away but her leg gets shot at it. She looks at them in horror as they gang up on her. "This one is a beauty isn't she." "Yeah, how about we take her back and have some fun with her." "Good idea." The Ishvalanwoman looks at them in horror as the grab her and take her back to base, where her story begins.
Ed, Al and Winry find themselves in a forest where the military is looking for them. They hid behind some trees and watch as the military run past them. "I can't believe that bastard ratted us out! He knew that the military would be looking in the forest and he said that'd be a good place to hide!" "You shouldn't have listened to him Ed, after all he did kill my parents and probably wanted to cover it up." "We don't know that for sure guys! Colonel Mustang probably didn't know where the soldiers would be going here!" "Yeah right." "Sure he didn't." Al sweat drops at this and says. "I'm not dumb to sarcasm guys." They see the cost is clear and run away, as they run it starts raining. "Ah great, just what we need. Rain." "We need to find shelter soon." Al notices someone coming up to them. "Uh guys?" "What?" They asked in unison following Al's finger. Then they see someone in a big hat and cloak coming up to them.
As they got close they spoke. "Come with me, I have a shelter for you." They freeze at the accent, recognizing it to be Ishvalan and female. She gestures them to follow her. "Come with me, we need to get out of the rain." She starts walking and they follow her, baffled at her perfect Amestrian. Most Ishvalans don't have good grammar with Amestrian but she spoke fluently. After awhile they see a small in the distance and assumed it was her home since she opened the door. She gestures for them to come inside and they follow her, when they went inside it actually a pretty nice cabin.
The woman took of her hat and cloak revealing her white hair and tan skin. She looked at them with her red eyes and they blushed on how beautiful she was, she was down right gorgeous. "Please take of your wet clothes or you'll get sick." They nodded and took off some clothes and put on the cloaks she offered them. They watched as she cook and took note of her clothes, she was wearing a white dress, along with a scarf and was barefooted. She gave them their food and they thanked her. "Thank you miss." "Thank you." "Thank for letting us wait out the rain Ma'am." "It was no trouble at all, I don't mind taking care of young children such as yourselves." "Uh actually Miss we're teenagers." "Same principal and your not eighteen yet. So your still children."
Ed pouted at Winry looked around her cabin, it looked handmade and due to the scars on her hand she must've worked pretty hard. The woman went into a room and came out with some blankets and pillows. "It's not much but I hope you can keep warm with these." Ed took the blankets from her and said. "It's no problem at all. We owe you one for letting us stay here." "It's no problem at all." She looks at Al and asks. "Do you need help drying your armor?" "Ah! No it's fine I can do it." "Please I must insist, I wouldn't mind at all." "Uh okay." She grabbed some towels and helped him dry off. Ed helped as well as Winry cleaned up their plates, as she washed them. She notices some letters on the counter, they were all in Ishvalan and some were in codes.
She ignored them and went to sit back down watching them dry Al's armor. As they were done, the woman looked worn out and sweat dripped down her face. "Are you okay ma'am?" She looked at Winry and said. "Yes I'm fine, just tired is all." The woman sat down on a chair and that's when Winry notices something, a little bump on the woman's stomach. She looked at her and asked. "Ma'am?" She looked at Winry with a smile. "Mhm?" "Sorry for being rude but, are you having a baby?" The woman smiled at them and said while placing a hand on her stomach. "Yes I am."
They looked at her shocked and Ed said. "If your pregnant then you shouldn't have carried all those blankets and helped dry Al's armor." The woman chuckled and said. "What kind of host would I be if I didn't help my guest. That'd be wrong of me." Al looked at her and asked. "Where's the father? Shouldn't he be here?" "Yeah. And why aren't you with the other Ishvalans?" She smiled at them sadly and said. "The father is not here right now and why I'm not with the other Ishvalans well, let's just say that they disowned me for being in love with an Amestrian military man." They looked at her shocked and surprised. A Ishvalan woman was with a Amestrian man and having his child not only that but someone in the military. "Oh how rude of me, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sylvia Lockheart. It's nice to meet you three."
The men brought the Ishvalan woman back to camp and locked her in a tent. They chained her to a bed naked and gagged then left to go get someone. The woman was breathing hard and was crying, she didn't want to be here. She wanted her family and for this whole war to be nothing but a dream. They came back with a man with long black hair in a ponytail with a few strands out in front of his face and cold blue eyes but what got her panicked was the tattoos on his hands. It was him, the alchemist that made explosions. The one who killed her people with glee along with another man that she didn't know his name. He grinned at her and said. "My men told me that they found someone to keep us entertained during the war and might I say you are an beauty." The Ishvalan woman stared at him with tears in her eyes and whimpering. He got closer to her and she started trashing around. "I would love nothing more but to explode your brains out right now but I'm feel generous right now. Let's see if you can entertain me." He touched her and started attacking her. Thats when she hoped that he'd just kill her or that she'd been killed with her family.
To be continued