I didn't get my 3 reviews, but I felt like writing anyways. And I'm impatient. :P :D Glad you like this, Slinko!
For anyone who hasn't fgured this out yet, Sari is Slinko.
Disclaimer: Yeah, like I'll ever own FMA...
Ed rushed at Sari, but Sari held her ground, rubber chicken sword at the ready.
Her mind wandered back to The Pointless Prophesy.
-flashback-
An old lady sat in a rocking chair near the fire with a sack on her lap. "Come over here, Sari."
"Huh? Who are you? What are you doing in my house, creepy old lady? And why is there a firepace? We don't have a fireplace," said a scared-looking 5-year-old Sari.
"Listen closely. Here, take this," whispered the old lady, handing Sari the sack. "Look inside."
Sari opened the bag. "Are you insane?" She held up a rubber chicken.
"Pull off its head."
Sari obliged. Cold metal reflected the colors in the fireplace.
"But... but this is a sword! I'm just a little kid! I don't think I'm supposed to be holding sharp objects. You ARE crazy!"
It was then that Sari realized she would never be the same. Something ticked, and her imagination broadened. She would no longer be a sensible little kid.
"Listen close, Sari, Wielder of the fabled Chicken Blade, and I will tell you The Pointless Prophesy."
" A day will come when the world must resort to nonsense, and it will need a leader to bring all universes together. Therefore, One will be chosen to do this deed, with the help of the magical Chicken Blade and a faithful eyebrow servant. A boy of extreme power will be transported to a special universe of nonsense to battle the Wielder of the Blade. The outcome will mean the difference between the end of the world and a new beginning accompanied by a strange tea party."
-end flashback-
Sari blocked Ed's attack with her sword. This was going to be a looooong battle...
And then... And then..! AND THEN!