Okay, here's the thing. I'm being really lazy, so I'm going to update my stories very lamely and shortly. Tough it out. That's the way it's going to be. I'm so very, very, VERY sorry for the wait. I tried, I really tired. So this it the next chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Love you all!

~AnastasiaWitchGoddess

Jazar's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at a white ceiling and winced. Every inch of his body was in pain. He pulled himself up onto his elbow and blinked a few time, trying to lessen the blur of images he assumed was the room.

"S-Sarah?" he called softly. A hand placed itself onto his shoulder and rubbed it a little. He looked up at the lady to his right. She was wearing a doctor's gown and had a sweet smile on her lips. "I'm guessing you meant the girl you came in with, am I right?" Her voice was like honey melting over warm bread - which he longed for with all his being. He hadn't tasted anything besides leftovers from the military camp Sarah was stationed at. His home, and everything he held most dear, was gone, ruined by this awful war.

The lady smiled when he nodded, his voice not wanting to come out. Her smiled wavered a little when he closed his parted lips. He saw her staring and gave her a small smile. "I don't blame you for being interested. It's not every day you find an Ishbalan with a Transmutation Circle on his lips," he said, his voice cracking. She shook her head, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. That was rude. Again, I apologize."

Jazar shrugged. He had had the scar on his lips ever since he could remember. For all he knew he had been born with it. It was cut into two parts, one half on the top lip, and the other on the bottom. He could use Alchemy too, which was very strange. He was about to tell her more when he heard that all too familiar voice calling, "Sara! Get out of there!", through the front door. A man came running in from the other room, panic obvious in his eyes, and picked Jazar's sister up in his arms. He hadn't even realized she was there until just then.

"Sara, help him into the underground," he said before disappearing into the room again. "Wha..." was all Jazar had time to say before he was pulled out of bed and toward the room the man and Gema had just gone into. Jazar pulled his arm out of the lady's hand and ran to the front door instead. "Wait!" she yelled after him. "Stop! Come back! It's not safe!" She though about going after him, but worrying about the man and the girl in his arms, she decided to follow them instead.

Jazar pulled the front door open just as Sarah opened it form the other side. She came tumbling into the room as he slammed the door behind her. He held it closed as he pressed his lips to the handle. A blue glow emitted form around the edges of the door as the door knob rattle, like someone was trying to open it from the other side. Jazar turned to Sarah and pulled her up off the floor. He dragged her toward the room everyone seemed so keen on getting to. He still had no idea where he was going exactly, but it was better then the front door.

When he entered the room he saw a rug bunched up in the corner. This was a small detail no military officer would notice, but when you lived most of your life living in a bomb shelter or hideaway, you knew what the signs were. He searched the floor for any kind of handle. He spotted a mettle ring attached to the floor a little aways form the rug. He pulled it up and hauled Sarah down the latter hanging from the hole in the floor. He carefully closed the hatch and walked through the tunnel, with no light and a heavy breathing girl attached to his arm, It was hard to find his way. Not to mention the fact he had been shot, three times, and was still not healed.

"What was that lady's name?" he asked her in a hushed tone. "Sara. Easy enough to remember." she said, clutching harder to my arm. "By the way, where's Gema?" Jazar swallowed hard. "I'm not sure. Sara and that man took her down here so she wouldn't get hurt. She was still unconscious." Jazar's nerves had taken as much damage for a lifetime in a month. This war was going to kill him one way or another.