This story is a bit messed up xD Just go with it.

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The ghost of Christmas past has come.

"Roy…" a woman's voice echoed like the heavens itself, "Roy, wake up sweet heart." It said softly. Roy awoke in his bed, a glowing figure before him, though the light soon dimmed and he saw his sisters face.

"K-Kari?" he whispered softly. She smiled,

"Yes Roy." She smiled at him, "Come now, and take my hand."

"This isn't happening, you died…Rose told me so…" he got out on the other side of the bed. Kari nodded.

"It is true." She stroked her locks of rose red hair, "I am dead. But I have come to try and lead you the right way. By showing you shadows of your past." She replied.

"Like Hughes said…" he whispered.

"Yes." She nodded, "Take my hand and let's go." She held out a hand for him to take. Taking it, like a flash they were in another familiar place.

"This…This is my old school."

"We are in the memories, of your time as a child." Kari replied, "The school isn't completely empty." She walked forward, "One child remains, deserted by his friends." Kari said pointing to the little Roy.

"The poor boy." He muttered, watching the boy read a book.

"Let us see. Another Christmas." With a wave of her hands years past, the boy say in the same place, reading a book. And there he was, writing, "Do you remember this place?"

"Remember? I was learning alchemy here!" he said smiling, "And there you are!" The two children sitting at the desks reading books.

"That's enough you two." A mans voice came, "Off you go, it's Christmas eve, Kari, Christmas eve, dear Roy." He waved.

"That's Mr. Hawkeye." He smiled. People gathered and danced; "Look its Riza…wow…" he smiled.

"We must go to another time." She laughed. Taking Roy's hand, in a flash, "You've changed Roy." She said softly. There was an older version of himself.

"I must go to war Riza." He replied, "I'm a dog of the military."

"You don't have to." She said softly, "You can take a desk job."

"It's too late for that now." He replied.

"Then I hope." She stood, "You'll be happy with the choice you have made, sir." She turned on heel.

"Why Kari…why are you torturing me so." Roy rubbed his temples.

"These are things that have been, do not blame me because they are what they are, dearest brother." She replied.

"Take me home, I've seen enough! Kari! Take me home!"

THUMP.

Roy had fallen from bed;

"It was just a dream…just a twisted…weird…dream…" he climbed back into bed, "Sleep…Sleep Roy…"