A/N: I listen to music when I write and I really think it helps when reading. So I thought I post the music. For the first half I played Wait There by Yiruma then for the second half I listened to Like A Boy by David Sides I think. Anyway, I hope you like the chapter!

This feeling is so soft. It's feels like forever since I last touched something so nice, but really it's only been a few hours. I don't want to get up, I'm so content with just laying here and never waking. But in the end I know it would never work out. Fairy tales never work out in the end but no one ever realizes that. When true love is first realized the story just ends and everyone figures they live the rest of their life is happy.

But do they? I don't think so.

There was no one in the room when Riza woke up. The pain in her body didn't seem so bad though she was covered with bandages. Really, it looked worst then it felt. Well, except in her shoulder, that one was painful.

She was able to get up fine, at least as close to fine as you can get after being shot, so she walked out the door. The storm was over, and the moon's brilliance was finally realized to be full. It must be nice to fill complete after hiding away for so long.

No one was in the hallways. And no one was in any of the rooms she passed. It was like they didn't exist. Such a big place with no one in it. How sad…

It's funny how many hallways there were. They had a way of leading all in circles because even though she had never walked through them, she ended up back in front of the balcony like last time. Only this time it was more beautiful.

If time were to freeze she would be happy. She turns away from the window and stares down the steps again into the ballroom. Should she descend one last time or didn't she learn a lesson from last time? Holding her breath she holds one foot out ready to take that first steps when it happens.

Like a daydream that faded away before it started. The windows breaks in the back ground. Her heart pounds, this feeling. It's free with the air behind her and she feels almost pushed down the first few steps with heat on her back like blazing fire. But… why?

Turning her head she sees, the glass windows really did shatter and the crisp air on her back is no fantasy. Flames roar at the window's frame still burning with intensity. But how? She runs back to the see out the window and there they are. Scar… Prince Roy…. They're fighting.

The field that once laid beneath the brilliance of the moon is now dead, burnt. Crack and craters fill the scene before her. How long have they been fighting? For what reason? Scar must have tried to kill Prince Roy obviously, but why didn't guards interfere? How did they come to fight alone?

His voice echoes, "Before the eyes of God the Flame Alchemist's life shall be claimed today, not my own." Has this really only been one day, so much has happened.

She had to get down there. Who did she want to win and who to lose? Did it matter anymore? It's not her call to say who dies and lives. Finding a staircase she slides down the railing and makes a break towards the horribly smashed up battle ground.

As she gets closer she sees many bodies lying on the ground, the casualties of the battle. She didn't understand, some of the bodies had scorch marks on them, did Prince Roy hurt his own men? Was this battle so important to him that he would stop at nothing to fight alone?

Her blood boiled this shouldn't have happened, not like this. If it's between Prince Roy and Scar then so many people shouldn't have gotten hurt. She ran through the field of bodies until she reached just outside the limits of the battle ground. And then, as she was about to enter the fight, she was pulled back.

Maes grips her arm before she's able to run onto the field. "What are you doing?"

"The same thing you should be! How can you allow this at the cost of your own men!"

"This is Roy's affair, don't interfere."

"But he could die! Don't you care?"

"If he dies… He'll at least die atoned." What? Maes read the look, "You've followed Scar around all this time and never knew why he tried to kill Roy?"

That's right… I guess I just came to my own conclusions… Riza looked onward to the battle as it geared towards its end. But it's Scar is a political assassin, right? He was hired to kill, that was his mission, right? It made sense, but what kind of sin could only be atoned by death?

The final blows were coming. Scar cracked the ground, Roy's foot got caught and he fell backwards. Desperately Roy tried to finish him off with bombs of fire that appeared out of no where, but Scar was too fast. Scar gripped his right arm as he screamed, "Say your last words!"

"Boom," And the fight was over.