A/N: I should not be starting a new story. I should be working on "La Mort du Chat Noir". But nooo. Here I am, working on another story for a completely different fandom (AGAIN), and not even caring. I mean, I do care, but I feel like I should be able to actually focus on "La Mort" if I get this out first. Anyway, writing problems aside, I'm not even sure if there is a fandom for Fullmetal anymore, let alone one that will be accepting of an Ishvalan Fem!Ed/Roy AU. But – whatever.
It's been a while since I've watched Fullmetal Alchemist, so if there are some mistakes, well – I like to think of them as taking creative license. It is my au after all. Ed's name in this Evelyn. She is sometimes called Ed and sometimes called Evie. And every now and then, Al may slip up and call her Edie. This is not a spelling mistake. I just think my Evelyn would have a LOT of nicknames.
One more note before we begin, each chapter has a short playlist of songs that helped influence them. This fic is NOT a songfic, I just really love music.
Songs of inspiration: "Girl in the Mirror" by Jennifer Thomas, "Hear You Me" by Jimmy Eat World, "Ascension" by Jennifer Thomas, "Where No One Goes" by Jónsi & John Powell, and "Who We Are" by Switchfoot
Aftermath of War
Prologue – Those who Inherit
"Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die. And it is youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow and the triumphs that are the aftermath of war." ~Herbert Hoover
She blinked her groggy eyes open to the void of white. Groaning, she sat up, threw an arm over one knee, and looked around. She hated this place more than any other place in the entirety of the universe.
She would endure it to get her brother's body back.
She would do anything for her brother. Truth stood in front of her gate. His black body and the gate standing out in the glaring white.
"You're back," he said, creepy grin never leaving his face.
"I told you I would be," she replied, doing her best to keep her cool and not lose her temper. "I know you know what I want, so just tell me what I have to give up."
"Nothing." His grin widened, encompassing the whole of his face. His teeth just as white as the room around him. His answer stunned the blonde, and she scrambled to her feet ready to yell. She was cut off by a different voice.
"Your debt has been paid. Why is my daughter still here?"
She spun around and stared at the only other person in the world who had the same golden eye color as herself.
Van Hohenheim.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded.
"Fixing my mistakes," was his gruff answer. "Now send them home," he directed at the black god in front of him. "Keep your end of the deal. Use my alchemy and the philosophers stone to fix their friends and restore their bodies. Allow my daughter to keep her gifts."
Her eyes went wide. "What! No! You can't do this, Hohenheim!" She screamed, running to him.
Truth grinned wider, "As you say," he said raising his hands. There was a flash of blinding light – even brighter than the whiteness around them, a thump, and she found herself lying on top of her father on the ground in front of Central Command right where the battle had been.
"Hohenheim?" She whispered.
His eyes were closed, and she felt herself start to panic.
"Sister?" A weak voice beside her said.
"Al?" She turned to see her brother for the first time in over four years. His eyes, though not as gold as hers, were still a bright hazel, hints of red speckled around his pupils. His long white-blond hair hung to his waist, and as he lifted himself up from his prone position on the ground where he lay, she could see his ribs jutting out from his tan skin. He was emaciated, pale, weak, and naked as the day he was born.
He was the most beautiful creature in the world.
"Al!" She pulled her coat off her shoulders, not paying attention to the automail arm that was still there, and threw it over her younger brother as she pulled him into a hug and over to herself and Hohenheim who was slowly blinking his eyes open.
He groaned, gaining the siblings' attention.
"Dad?" Alphonse said quietly. Hohenheim sat up slowly, drinking in the sight of his children for the last time.
His sweet-tempered Alphonse smiled at him softly. It made Hohenheim's heart hurt to see how much his son resembled Trisha. He missed her so much. He turned his eyes to his strong-willed daughter. He expected to see the same resentment and hatred that was always there; however, there was only sadness and understanding.
The ever-present anger was a given, so he wasn't surprised when she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to her face.
Damn, she's strong for such a little thing.
"What were you thinking," she demanded. "What did you give up?" She lifted her right hand up in a fist to his face and her eyes widened. "And just WHY do I still have this!?" She practically screeched the last part.
"Sister," Al said warily, but Hohenheim sent him a quieting glance that had the boy closing his mouth on his next words.
"I have been around for a long time, Evie," He said, pushing the small wisps of hair out of her eyes. "I have made many, many mistakes in my life, but never once have I regretted anything more than leaving my wife and children behind. I wanted to grow old with your mother. I wanted to watch you two turn into the young adults that I knew you could be. I missed so much of your lives, and I'm sorry I wasn't there when your mother died. But I am so proud of you." He pulled Al over to him, noting how weak his son's body was. "Both of you," he continued while hugging Al to him.
Tears streaked her face as she listened to her father's. Not that she would ever admit to shedding them. "You didn't answer the questions," she said, voice shaking.
He sighed and turned his face away from her glare. "I was thinking that no matter the cost, it was worth it to see you and your brother safe. Also, there were many souls within me, and it was their wish and their choice to give you, Al, and your friends back what was taken away.
"But… I still have my automail," she said regretfully.
"There were some things that I had to concede to Truth during our discussion. Your use of human transmutation was something that could not be denied. However, you were willing to give up your own alchemy for Al to have his body back. Truth saw that as a type of sacrifice all in itself, even if you didn't actually have to do it."
Al gasped and looked wide-eyed at his sister. "Ed?" He whispered.
Evie avoided looking at her brother. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared defiantly at Hohenheim. "So what if I was? I don't need it more than I need him. Besides, you're about to leave us again anyway, aren't you?"
The older man sighed, still trailing his fingers through his daughter's hair. "My sweet little girl," Evie grumbled and turned her face away. Not even the use of the word 'little' could get her attention right now. She didn't want to feel endeared to her father any more than she already did. He sighed again as Al burrowed deeper into his side. He could feel the boy's tears soaking into his shirt. This had to be hard for the young man, especially in his weakened state.
"Look at me, both of you." When he was sure he had their attention again he said, "I won't lie to you two. I am dying, yes, but you two are my legacy to the world. What I ask of you – specifically you, Evie, is to restore Xerxes to its former glory and give your mother's people a place to live. There are people already there waiting for your return."
He gave Evie a significant look, tired as he was. He knew she would remember her place of birth and the short years spent there, even if Al didn't. She was a smart, clever girl who had a memory that rivaled the greatest of geniuses.
He didn't have a lot of time left though. He could feel the he souls leaving him, draining away. There were only a handful of them left, but he would hold on long enough for this. Long enough to give his children what they needed for his request.
"Why me, though?" She asked, stunned, looking to Al who had more of his mother's Ishvalan features than she ever had. "How would I even be able to do that?"
He gasped a laugh and lay back on the ground. Al flumping a little with him and grunting with the impact "There are many people who are ready and willing to help you," Hohenheim said.
"Dad?" Al whispered, feeling the actual ground instead of his father's arm he was just lying on.
"Dad?" Evie whispered, her hand coming down on his chest as she saw his own hands and feet slowly dissipating.
He smiled at her. A smile so genuine and filled with love that her tears came harder. She laid her head on his chest and he wished he could comfort her, but that was no longer an option. "Everything you need for this mission is in my bag. You don't have to begin right away," he gasped again, and Evelyn tightened her hold on his shirt, crying harder.
"Stop talking you idiot." There was no real heat in her voice though, and he huffed another laugh.
"Always… Always so hard-headed. So much like me," he whispered. As more and more of his body dissipated, Evelyn moved over to hold and support Al. Hohenheim watched them with love and longing. Tears streamed down their faces, and just as his head was crumbling to dust, he said, only loud enough for them to barely hear, "Take care of each other, and remember how proud I am of you. I love you both." And then he was gone.
Through her tears, she whispered, "qad almalayikat taqudik fi*." Not that she believed in angels, but her mother held all of the beliefs of her people, and her father loved her mother so very much, Evelyn felt she could give him this at the very least. Her brother's grip on her had gone slack, and she looked down to see that he had finally caved into the weakness of his body.
She laid him down gently, tugging her coat tighter around him, then saw her dad's jacket had been left behind. Grabbing it up, she put it on, if only to conceal her automail arm. The others didn't need to know that she hadn't been the one to get Al's body back. She also felt that keeping her use of the ability to still do alchemy to herself would be a boon in her favor.
Spotting her father's well-worn brown briefcase, she pulled it to her with a silent promise to Al that they would go over the contents together when he felt better.
Feeling herself start to lose her own battle with sleep, she draped herself over her little brother and held on as tight as she could to the briefcase. She could only hope that it would be someone whom she trusted (even if only barely) that took them to the hospital.
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Shadows wrapped around her. Black hands climbing all over her body and sucking her into a hall so dark no light would ever be able to escape. She tossed and turned in her sleep. Sweat dripping down her forehead and neck. She couldn't get away from the laughter. Or the giant set of teeth. "Come back little alchemist," it whispered in front of her. Behind her. On her left and on her right. The voice came from below and above her as well. It was everywhere and nowhere.
She just wanted to wake up.
The hands climbing on her wrapped tighter and tighter, cutting off her breath, her circulation, her movements. "NO!" She screamed, and one of the hands covered her mouth. Another hand shook her shoulder, and though she couldn't move to smack it away, she flinched back at the sudden jolt.
"Ed," the creepy voice whispered in her brain. Her eyes widened, fear swirling in her eyes. Why would Truth call her by her nickname? He only ever called her 'Little Alchemist.' She gave a muffled squeal when she was shaken again.
"Come on, Ed," the voice sounded different. More concerned. Evie squirmed away from the shaking.
"Fullmetal! If you don't wake up right now, I will shoot you in the foot." A different voice demanded, and the shaking stopped.
"Uh…No offense, Lieutenant, but I'm pretty sure that shooting her in the foot would only make her condition worse."
Evie jolted awake, breath ragged, eyes wild, pupils dilated, and ready to defend herself. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she was glad that she hadn't transmuted her automail into her usual blade. That would have ruined everything before anything even began.
"That is a good point, Furey, a third voice said.
"Are you all right, Ed?" the first voice asked.
Blinking at her surroundings and bringing her breathing down, she saw Kain Furey sitting next to her bed, his hand raised. He must have been the one shaking her. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye and Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc stood at the end of her bed.
"I'm fine," she croaked, and Furey handed her a glass of water. With a nod of thanks, she turned her questioning eyes back to the two at the end of her bed. "What are you guys doing in here?" And then taking in the empty bed next to hers, she felt her heartrate spike and demanded, "Where's Al?" before throwing her feet over the side of the bed and getting ready to stand."
"Cool it, Chief," Havoc said as Furey pushed her back onto the bed. "Alphonse is fine," the former continued, "he's with the nurse. He woke up a little while ago, shortly after we got here to check on you. He's pretty weak, but he'll make a full recovery."
"Oh," Evie whispered and then grinned at the floor. Joy wrapped around her heart and she wanted to jump up and down at the thought of having her brother back whole and healthy.
It was a couple of moments before she noticed the unusual silence in the room. She looked up out of her thoughts and found them looking at her strangely. Hawkeye had a particular sadness in her eyes that Evie had seen only once before – when she had returned the older woman's gun after the fall-out with Scar and the homunculi.
"Hawkeye?" She asked quietly.
"Why didn't you tell us?" The older blonde asked.
"Huh?" Evie, almost certain she knew where this was going, hoped to play the confusion and denial card.
Hawkeye gave her the same look she would give Mustang when he didn't complete his paperwork. While it was funny to see him cower in fear, she now understood why he was so afraid. But Evie had her own secrets from before she met them, and the biggest one, aside from human transmutation, was that of protecting her little brother. She had oft wondered sometimes if maybe the soul transmutation was a blessing in disguise when traveling all over Amestris to get their bodies back. They were almost always welcomed without too many questions. However, Evie and Al never forgot who and where they came from and did everything in their power to help their mother's people. It was much easier when they were in East and Central Cities.
"Don't play stupid, Ed." Hawkeye deadpanned.
Evie sighed and with a slight shrug, she said, "It was just easier. Al has always looked way more like Mom than I ever have, so when we realized that we could use it to our advantage, we did. It's not like Al is the one who joined the military anyway."
"The law pertains to both of you," Furey said almost too quiet to be heard.
But Evie did, and she whipped her head around to him. "Do you really think they're gonna do anything to us now?" She asked incredulously.
He opened his mouth to reply, but the nurse and Al came back in just then. Evie sent a quelling look to the three adults in the room and all of them shut up.
Who knew the Fullmetal Alchemist had honed that particular skill.
"Ed!" Al yelled, voice full of joy. "You did it! You made it happen! Look at me!" He looked down his hospital-wear clad frame and then back up at her. His eyes gleamed with glee and happiness, and Evie gave him the first genuine smile that any of them had ever seen in the entire four years that they had known her.
"Yeah, Al," she said in awe, "we did it."
"I would tackle you in a hug right now, if I could," Al continued, "But the nurse says I'm too weak, and you have to recover too."
Al cocked his head to the side, while Evie gave a little laugh. "What exactly happened, anyway," her little brother asked.
"Yeah, Chief," Havoc cut in, "we're kind of wondering that too."
As the memories of the Promised Day rushed through her mind, she met and held Havoc's eyes. Why was he here? Wasn't he back in his parents' shop because he had been paralyzed?
"Havoc?" Her voice was questioning. Something wasn't adding up.
"Hmm?" The older man said, curiosity piqued at Evie's strange tone.
"What are you doing here? I mean – no offense, but shouldn't you be in a wheelchair at the very least?"
Al gasped from the bed beside her. "Ed! You can't just ask a person why they're not in a wheelchair!"
She shrugged, so nonchalant and at ease with her question, that the others in the room questioned if anything flustered this girl.
"I just did," she said, still staring Havoc down.
"Well…" he began, "We don't really know what happened. We just know that I woke up a few days ago and found that I could walk just fine."
Evie pondered that and then shared a meaningful look with her brother.
"Hey! What's going on?" Havoc asked, but neither sibling answered.
Realizing that they really weren't going to get an answer from the two teens, Riza changed the subject to what was going on outside of the hospital.
The colonel was still in the hospital for observation, but like Havoc, his eyesight had also been restored. That piece of information had the siblings sharing another significant glance. There was also news about restoring Ishval, although the new Fuhrer had his work cut out for him with that part of rebuilding. He had also made a decree that there would be some promotions for many of the soldiers and officers who had participated in the Promised Day. After all, these were people who saved their country and millions of its citizens.
When Evie shrugged again, it was Al who said, "that means you, Ed."
Her eyes widened in surprise and she let out a soft "oh," and fell back on the bed.
After that, the nurse ushered them out of the room to let her patients rest more. With a promise of a future visit with Colonel Mustang (Evie scowled at them, while Riza gave her a knowing smile, and Evie outright glared making Hawkeye giggle), the three soldiers left.
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Once everyone, including the nurse was gone, Al turned to Evie, a look of concern mired his face, "Sister, you don't think…?" He trailed off, eyes staring at the underside of her bed.
"I don't know," she answered. "Only one way to find out," and she scrambled off of her bed, grabbing her father's bag from underneath. She took it over to Al's bed and sat down at the end of it, against the footrail, mirroring Al's position at the top of the bed.
They opened the last remaining thing that they had of their father's, besides his jacket, which was hanging in the closet, and dumped it in the middle of the bed. Documents and deeds, money from every different country in the world, photographs, and letters. So many of them addressed to their mother and them.
Evie didn't know what to think.
They shuffled through the mess of papers and photos and came across two letters that were different from all of the rest. One was specifically addressed to Al while the other was specifically addressed to Evie. The envelope that Al's was in resembled that of a setting sun, all purple and orange hues, while Evie's was colored in that of a rising sun, dark blues, pinks, and yellows.
The siblings locked eyes, grabbing up their letters and reading the last words they would ever hear from their Dad.
The quiet was poignant with grief as they read. The sadness almost suffocating. Small gasps and sniffles were heard throughout the quiet and then finally, Al's huff, and Evie's surprised, "What the actual FUCK!?"
They dropped their letters at the same time and just stared at each other, processing everything.
"We own a country?" Al whispered, full of disbelief.
"More like a city-state – but still…" was the reply along with a small huff of incredulous laughter.
"Yeah, still…" Al looked at his bed as if contemplating the threads of the sheets would answer all of their questions.
Evie pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed deeply. "Well," she said, bringing Al's attention back up to her. "I was planning on leaving the military anyway, this just gives me more reason to do it. Besides, it's not like we could go right away. You still need to get stronger. We'll give it about a year."
Al's eyes widened at the idea that his sister was going to leave the military. He knew that she had some issues with it, but he thought that she would stay, if for no other reason than for a certain officer. "Are you sure you want to do that?" He asked.
When she remained silent, a slight frown on her face, he continued, "I know how you feel about him, Ed."
Her eyes flashed. "Save it, Al. He's ten years my senior. I doubt he would give me the time of day when I'm twenty, let alone at fifteen. Besides. That's gross."
"Whatever you say, Sister," Al gave her a knowing grin, but she ignored him. She stuffed the papers, documents, and pictures back into the bag and crawled off his bed.
"Go to sleep, Al. I think Mei is visiting tomorrow, and we might even be able to get out of here in the next week or so." She smirked at his blush but refrained from teasing him. She figured if he left her alone about her non-existent relationship with that person, then she could leave him alone about his almost-girlfriend.
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Over the next few days, they saw many visitors. Mei came in as promised the very next day and barely left Al's side. He blushed at every raised eyebrow from the rest of the people who visited. Evie kept her promise to herself and said nothing of the other girl's clinginess.
The visit from Mustang went well enough between himself and Al, and with the rest of the team surrounding them, it was easy enough for Evie to avoid conversation with the colonel. She knew she would have to talk to him one-on-one when she turned in her resignation, but felt that it would be much easier in a more familiar setting. She was quite happy with him ignoring her after the initial greetings. While he conversed with the others, she surreptitiously checked him over for any injuries. It seemed that like Havoc, Mustang had woken up after the Promised Day with his eyesight back and for the most part, in-tact.
None of the doctors could figure out what had happened, though Evie knew. She just wasn't going to be forthcoming with her information. Some things should never be known to the world.
It was a few days after the visit from Mustang and his crew that the Elric siblings were surprised the most. Fuhrer Grumman and General Armstrong entered the room with little flourish. A tall, muscular, Ishvalan man wearing dark glasses and a prominent scar across his forehead trailed behind them.
Al, always the chipper one and ready for company, brightened at the sight of them. Mei jumped up from her seat at the end of Al's bed and ran to Scar, giving him a hug and giggling at his grunt.
Evie, groaned, falling back on her bed and staring at the ceiling. "Do you think if I pretend they're not here, they'll go away?" She mumbled to no one in particular.
"Sister!" Al said, scandalized.
General Armstrong drew her sword. "You will respect your new Fuhrer, Brat!"
Evie, pulled her arm from her eyes and blinked at the older blonde woman standing over her bed threatening her.
"Ugh," she groaned again, "Why are you always so ready to flay me?" Huffing, she sat up slowly, and pushed the sword out of her face as she went. She glanced at the Fuhrer to see an amused smile on his face. Scar was standing uncomfortably just inside the doorway while Mei was rambling on about who knew what.
"To what do I owe such a prestigious visit?" The sarcasm was ripe throughout her question.
She smirked at the unamused huff that came from the general.
"I have only ever heard stories of the 'Hero of the People,'" the Fuhrer said. "So, I decided that I wanted to meet her before she turned in her resignation."
Evie's mouth gaped like a fish, eyes wide. Nobody but Al and Mei knew of her plans so far. There was no way that Al could have told anybody, and she doubted that Mei would have betrayed her like that. The girl was too loyal to Al to upset the older sibling.
"How… what?"
The Fuhrer laughed again. "I had an interesting run-in with a man named Van Hohenheim a few months ago. He informed me of some interesting developments that are going on in the east. There was something about a new country being formed – New Xerxes, I think he called it."
Evie stiffened, eyes guarded and shoulders tense. "Yes," she trailed off. "What of it?"
If the Fuhrer noticed the anxiety rolling through the room, he made no show of it and continued smiling.
"It has come to my attention, that you and your brother are, by rights of ownership of the land, the absentee leaders." His voice became more questioning at the end, but there was still some certainty there as well.
The siblings shared a long look that that spoke volumes without any words. It was not missed by the others in the room.
"Fullmetal, is there something you wish to share with us?" General Armstrong demanded.
"Not really," Evie replied, breaking away from her silent conversation. She crossed her arms and looked away from the Fuhrer.
The silence that hung over the room was deafening and uncomfortable. "Hmm…" Fuhrer Grumman finally said. "Well, if you were wanting to hand in your resignation, perhaps you will allow me to make a few suggestions first."
She eyed him wearily, but nodded nonetheless.
"First, instead of resigning, I will ask you to retire." He held his hand up at her protest. "This way, I have time to promote you before your actual retirement and then your pension will be at a higher rate."
"What? Why would you…?" She stuttered out. Al wasn't much better, gawking as he was from his own place.
Mei just grinned.
"Then, when you are ready to head to your own country," he continued, smiling the whole while, "please allow me to send two soldiers with you."
Evie shook her head at that. She had no intention of taking any Amestrian soldier with her to New Xerxes. There was too much possibility of spying and leaked information. While she had not ever been there yet, her loyalty was absolute. This was her father's legacy and last wish for her and her brother, and she refused to let him down – if for no other reason than he had wanted this for their mother.
"Sorry, Sir," she said, watching the general's hand tighten on her sword. Evie's eyes narrowed, she would fight the woman if she had to. "That's gonna have to be a hard 'no' from me."
At her answer, she found herself face-to-face with Armstrong's sword again. ""You are by all rights the leader of a country, and you would deny the safety offered to you from the head of this country?" She demanded.
"Sword-happy," Evie mumbled pushing the weapon away from her nose a second time and glaring at the woman.
Scar grumbled from his place by the door and stepped between the two of them. He bowed his head in a respectful manner to Evie. It was a gesture that she had seen given dozens of times by the younger Ishvalans to the Elders. It was also a gesture of respect between subjects and nobility.
Evie didn't like where this was going. Not at all.
"Don't worry about the girl's and her brother's safety," Scar said in his deep voice. "I will see to it that they get where they need to be when the time comes."
The Fuhrer nodded but said, "I still don't feel safe with only you as an escort." Al snorted, while Mei began to protest. "That is not to say," Grumman spoke over them, "that I do not believe Scar could handle such a task. It is only that the general is correct that you are technically the head of a country and deserve an escort back home."
"First of all," Evie said with some heat, "nobody knows that we're leaders, or whatever," she shrugged at the thought. "Second, we've never even been to New Xerxes; therefore, if we go in with a huge entourage, we very well may scare those who have been keeping things running for the past however long, and I am not trying to get into some power struggle and cause another stupid war. Especially when it is supposedly my own country." She was almost screaming by the end of her speech. Her eyes wild with fierce conviction.
The general moved again, but Evie was faster this time, bolting off of her bed, and landing just in front of the general, she grabbed the blade of the sword with her glove-covered right hand. "If you stick that thing in my face one more time, I promise you, I will destroy it," she hissed.
The general glared but put her sword away. Mei and Al were wide-eyed in their places.
"Yes, hmm. Yes. I can see your point," Grumman mumbled, ignoring the rising tension between General Armstrong and Fullmetal. "Well, what of this?" He said, pacing the room, hand up to his mouth in thought. "You will already have Scar here with you, but take any one soldier of your choice," he emphasized before Evie could protest again, "and I will be satisfied."
"You know we're not even going until Al is better, right?" Evie deadpanned. "It'll be like a year before we even begin preparations."
"Yes, well. I'll have your soldier of choice in Resembool? Is that where you're from?" Evie merely raised an eyebrow, "Yes. Your companion will meet you in Resembool within the year."
When Al and Evie didn't say anything, the Fuhrer nodded and before turning to leave, he said, "Good, good. I do hope you get stronger soon, Master Alphonse. Or should I call you Prince?"
Al yelped at that, and looked at his sister's amused face as the Fuhrer and General Armstrong left the room.
"You know," Al's tone took on a sly tone, "If I'm a prince, then that must mean you're the princess."
"Ugh!" Evie threw a pillow at him while Mei laughed.
"What are you still doing here, Scar," the youngest of the three asked.
He sat on a chair by the window and watched the three of them through his tinted glasses. "It's as they said," he nodded to the siblings, "they're royalty, whether they want to be or not, and they need a bodyguard."
"And, so what," Evie asked deprecatingly, "You're our self-appointed bodyguard?"
He raised an eyebrow. "No. I'm not self-appointed," He put air quotes around the last word, "I have been asked by several of the elders and advisors of New Xerxes to be with you until you get home to your new country."
"Oh," Al said quietly.
Mei didn't say anything.
Evie plopped back down on her bed and groaned again, "how is this even my life?"
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A/N: I hope you guys love this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Kudos, Likes, and Faves, are welcome. Comments and Reviews make this author squeal in joy.
*This is a basic google translation of "may angels lead you in" in from English to Arabic. If this is the wrong translation, please let me know.