A/N: Wow guys. Sorry for running off and leaving the story hanging. I got a nasty case of writers block and it put me out for a week. I just felt like this chapter was so boring and I'm really anxious to get to the good stuff.

Hope you like it, and feel free to leave me your opinions of it. I really need the feedback so I can someday improve! :)

He had a strange dream.

He dreamt he was running through a long passageway, trying to find a way to get outside. The farther he ran the more desperate he felt. When he made it to the end of the tunnel all he found was a mirror. He placed a hand on it, and the whole thing broke into a thousand pieces.

When Edward finally awoke he found himself lying in a small bed, tightly wrapped in warm blankets, and something bright was shining in his eyes. Edward identified it as daylight, and he tentatively sat up to see where it was coming from. He was in a small plain room, and a large window stood beside him. He looked out and saw green rolling hills, which stood out beautifully against the blue sky. In the distance he could make out sheep grazing in the fields.

He furrowed his brow in confusion. This was a much different setting than the crowded gloomy streets of London. He'd never seen any farms like this, save pictures in books. Was he in a different country?

He pulled his legs over the side of the bed and tried to heave himself up, however the sudden movement caused his head to begin spinning. Edward gritted his teeth and willed the dizziness to stop, and the room finally seemed to halt. He heaved a long sigh and made it to his feet. Slowly, he began to inch his way across the room, leaning on the wall for support.

Right as he was about to reach the door, it opened and a young woman walked in.

"Oh," the she said, stepping back. "I didn't expect you to be awake yet." She quickly regained her composure. "You really shouldn't be out of bed yet," she said, her eyebrows creased with what appeared to be concern. "You've been really sick."

"What happened?" Edward asked. "Where am I?"

"We found you a couple of days ago," she explained. "You were passed out in one of our fields. We were beginning to wonder if you were going to make it."

"Passed out?" Edward said. "But that doesn't make any sense, I've never been here before." The woman ignored his statement and instead pressed her hand against Edward's forehead.

"You're fever's still there," she said softly. "You should lie down.

As she said this, she was tried to take Edward's hand to lead him back to the bed.

"I feel fine," he told her.

"You're not fine," She said firmly. "You're recovering and you need your rest."

"I need to know how I got here," Edward protested. "I live in the city, and last I remember I was there."

"You're guess is as good as mine," she sighed. "We can discuss that later, but right now you need to rest or else you could have a relapse."

Edward opened his mouth to argue the point further, but realized that the attempt would be futile. Instead he followed the woman's advice and laid back down on the bed.

"I'm Rita by the way." The woman said.

"Edward Elric," Edward replied. For a second the girl he was speaking to made a funny expression, but then she smiled.

"If you need anything don't be afraid to ask," she said, and then she turned and left.

Edward took a deep breath and focused, trying to remember what had happened to him. He remembered going out to buy supplies for the professor, and after that he had come straight home. No openings there for lengthy detours to the countryside. After that, he'd been in his room…

Edward's head began to throb, and his memory felt foggy, but he pushed it nonetheless. Something had hit him, something soft, like a blanket had been thrown over his head. Then after that…was there a fire?

Edward groaned and rolled over, feeling a migraine coming on. His memory wasn't making sense to him. It was like one of the countless events he'd heard men at the lab discussing. They'd intoxicate themselves with one drink to many, and then wake up in a dirty box somewhere without a clue as to how they got there. However those stories always seemed much more humorous then the one he was in now.

Edward closed his eyes and sighed. "I'll just have to ask Rita when she comes back, see if there's anything she can tell me."

"Brother?"

Edward's eyes flipped open, and he gazed around the room.

"Hello? Who said that?" He asked quietly. "Is there someone else in here?"

There was no response, and as far as he could tell Edward was the only one in the room. Slowly Edward closed his eyes again, but the voice was still echoing in the back of his mind. He'd heard it before, but where?

He shifted his position so that he could gaze out the window. It was very pretty here, wherever he was. Everything felt peaceful. He made a note that when he did make it back home, he should remember to come visit this place again.

"He said his name was Edward Elric." Rita said in a hushed voice.

"The Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric?" Her husband asked in disbelief.

"Who else could he be?" Rita asked.

Her husband glanced at the door, then back at his wife. "I don't know, something isn't adding up. That boy is supposed to be missing an arm or something, that's what all the rumors say atleast."

"It doesn't matter if he really is the Fullmetal Alchemist," Rita said. "The military will give us compensation all the same. The prize they have on his head is nothing to scoff at."

"And what if he is?" He asked skeptically. "What then?"

She turned to look at her husband. "He's a traitor to our country, so I assume he'll be executed."

The hallway was then silent.

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Alphonse would've liked to have listened to Rose; to do as she said and stay put inside the safe church. However, leaving hadn't really been his decision, now had it?

"This church is off limits during the week!" The army officer's face was bright red.

"Don't you know it's historic value? It's almost five hundred years old!"

"We're so sorry," Alphonse apologized. "We really didn't know." Wrath sank behind him, avoiding eye contact with the officer. The two had been escorted out of the church, and were now being given a lecture by the red-faced officer. Alphonse couldn't really blame him. Two kids hiding out in an abandoned church seemed very strange to say the least, especially when one of them was missing an arm and a leg.

"You could've read the sign," the officer said haughtily. "And what were you doing out at a time like this? You two should be home."

"What do you mean?" Alphonse asked.

The officer raised his eyebrows. "Are you really asking that?"

"…Yes?" Alphonse replied hesitantly.

The officer scrutinized him for a moment. "It's been all over the news, some General assassinated Fuhrer King Bradley. The whole countries in chaos."

This was very astonishing news to Alphonse. "The Fuhrer's dead?" he exclaimed.

"Very much so," The officer said. "And there's been talk of a coup happening out East on the battlefield."

Alphonse frowned. That couldn't be right. "The east? But I thought the fighting had ceased there."

"Well no," the Officer said. "About a year ago there was an uprising in a town called Liore, and just recently there was a terrible massacre, hundreds of soldiers dead."

Liore? Hadn't that been the place Rose had said she was from? The place she said she met Alphonse?

"I don't know how this all could've happened." Al murmured, more to himself than to the officer.

"Me either kid," he sighed. The officer looked down at them with what seemed to be pity.

"If you kids give me you're address I could probably give you a ride home."

"My homes a bit farther than you can drive," Alphonse said as he gazed around the big city. "I live a ways outside of Central."

"Why are you here?" The officer asked.

"I really don't know," Al replied.

The officer pondered this for a moment, before shrugging. "Well then maybe I can take you over to head quarters, you can call you're family."

"Right…" Al said. He was in a daze. Too much had happened in too little time, and his mental capacity was wearing thin.

"Alright then," the officer said, clapping a large hand on Al's shoulder. "Lets get going."

Al nodded, not paying attention. If he had been he might've noticed the dirty looks Wrath was giving the officer.

"So what did you boys say your names were?" he asked.

"Alphonse," Al said. "Alphonse Elric."

The officer stopped mid stride, almost as if he had frozen. "Elric? As in Edward Elric?"

"You know my brother too?" Al exclaimed. Not the officer too! Did everyone know Ed now?

"Your brother," the officer repeated, looking Al up and down. "Your brother is the Fullmetal Alchemist?"

"The what?"

Alphonse barely had time to briefly ponder the word before something heavy collided with the back of his head and he was out cold.