All right! For those who have actually waited for this chapter, behold! I give a glimpse into the appearance of our favorite character. Enjoy!

Fullmetal Exorcist – Chapter 14 – First Days

Hurry up, idiot pupil," Cross nagged at him, and little Allen Walker meekly caught up. "We're running late."

"For what, Master?"

"I've been meaning to see someone today," Cross smiled heartily. Allen raised an eyebrow. Generally, Cross wasn't really nice when he said things like that to him. Usually was a dismissive comment and a storm off to the nearest pub. Probably this person was very important enough for Cross to have respect for.

The two entered instead a small inn with satisfactory conditions. They walked in quite calmly themselves. The front room had a very homey appearance, a crackling fireplace, since this season was autumn, and the earthy tones of the walls and leafy prints on the furniture gave a very natural appeal to the room. Then a small movement caught both people's eyes.

"Didn't think you'd actually come to see us, Marian," A deep baritone voice chuckled. Cross merely smirked.

"Same to you, Roy."

"Well, I had some handful of apprentices in my hands." Footsteps echoed upon the woody floor, and a man stood before Allen. "My stay here would be a bit longer."

His eyes were midnight black, and his black ebony hair was kept slightly messy, but somewhat in place, several strands of hair hanging before his eyes. He wore a uniform similar to Allen's master, gold and black.

"Apprentices, you say?" Cross raised an eyebrow. "I thought you always refused to have any."

"Things change, Marian," Roy nodded and set his eyes upon Allen. "Oh? You have an apprentice, too?"

"Oh, this boy?" Cross looked back at Allen, who cowered in fear slightly. "Yes, that's my idiot pupil, Allen Walker."

Roy's eyes seemed to flicker in interest at the name, but nothing more.

"Master!" A young boy's voice echoed behind the three. They turned to see a blond boy, Allen's age, panting heavily at the door. He seemed to be wearing a uniform similar to Roy's, but the uniform was lined with silver trimmings rather than gold.

"Something wrong, Fullmetal?" Roy asked the boy.

"Yeah." The boy sighed. "Al had just made the entire bookshelf fall apart again."

Roy's face then grew creases of concern as he looked at the boy called Fullmetal.

"I thought he can't use the ladder."

"He did."

Roy sighed, and he approached the boy. "Well, let's see, shall we?"

The room they arrived in was a total mess. A great flurry of notes and books were scattered everywhere and another young boy was struggling to clean them all up.

"Alphonse, what did you do?" Roy asked sternly, and the boy looked up.

"Brother needed a book from the shelf, and he couldn't reach it. Brother told me to get it, but the shelf just broke."

Roy then looked at Fullmetal.

"Well, it's just a broken shelf," He said. "I'm sure you can fix it, or did Izumi not teach you how to repair bookshelves."

"What I meant was the books and notes, damn idiot Master," Fullmetal frowned, and Allen was alarmed. The relationship between Master and Pupil is definitely reversed compared to his and Cross. This boy here was allowed to swear all he wanted, while Allen would be backhanded for that. Actually, he learned not to swear with Mana, but anyhow, if he didn't watch his tongue, Cross would get at him.

"I'm sure this young boy here can help you." Roy then motioned to Allen, who jumped with a sense of surprise. The two blond boys looked quizzically at their master and then to Allen again. The ebony haired General then exchanged glances with his redheaded friend. They turned on their heels and headed simultaneously for the door.

"You'd better clean it up or else, idiot pupil!"

Fullmetal and Alphonse dropped jaws as they watched the two Generals walk away. Fullmetal then scowled and then bent down to pick up a book. Allen paused but then went to his knees to pick up a loose paper. He noticed a circular symbol on it, but took little notice to the contents of the paper. Alphonse watched Allen, and Fullmetal stopped and turn to Allen.

"Well, what's your name?" Fullmetal asked. Allen gulped and then remembered Mana's lesson about manners. He held out his hand to the blond boy.

"My name is Allen Walker, nice to meet you."

Fullmetal smiled and shook the new boy's hand.

"I'm Edward Elric, and this is my brother Alphonse. You can call me Ed. And you'll need to sort my research notes for me."

"Okay, Ed," Allen smiled. Ed then looked at his surroundings. The white haired boy then looked on the paper again. This time he saw notes, for research of some sort. But... huh? Why were there lines about traveling around the world. A travelogue? What kind of research was this?

"You should start helping by picking up the papers and books, so I can get more space to fix the bookshelf." Ed walked away and examined the bookshelf. He noticed a crack in one of the bearings that should have held the shelf in place. He had better ask Master for quality check next time.

"O-Okay…" Allen bent down to the nearest book, and placed five of them stacked on the nearest table. Alphonse smiled encouragingly, and helped him sort out the documents and books after they got everything off the tables.

"We sorted the research notes, brother!" Alphonse smiled as Ed looked and nodded.

"There's a crack in the shelf, so I need to fix it. Get me some plywood, will ya?"

"Okay, brother!"

Alphonse rushed off and came back with a thin slab of wood, and gave it to Ed, who took it and then laid it upon the bookshelf. Immediately, he clapped his hands to produce a nice hum and placed his hands on the plywood and shelf. Allen watched in amazement at how the wood warped itself and fuse itself into the main shelf, like viscous water. Ed stood up and wiped the dust off his hands on his pants.

"That should do," Ed smiled, and he turned to an open-mouthed Allen.

"Something wrong, Allen?"

Ed then opened his mouth to start explaining.

"Hey, Chief!" Ed was greeted by a group of blue uniformed men on his way out of the train station. Ed gave a wave. A sandy haired man saluted to the "Major" in a dignified manner. Beside him were a stocky redhead, a tall dark skinned man with white and gray hair, a short man with black hair and square glasses. Riza and Hughes were amongst them, too. All of them performed the same action, catching the attention of several passersby. Ed gave a nod of acknowledgment and they all stood at ease. The boy's steely eyes faded to a childish ecstasy when he then ran to greet a friend, not a soldier.

"Hey, Havoc!" Ed smiled, and Ross and Brosh saluted to Roy Mustang, who was present as well.

"Everyone's been waiting for you," He smiled to his student. "Al couldn't come to see you come back today. He apparently was too absorbed in assisting the nurses in the medical section he couldn't leave an operation room."

"Well, that's Al," Ed smiled. "Can't leave a person wounded."

"Hey!!! Ed!!!" Lavi waved furiously, and they examined Ed's face. "Hm… seems that you were pretty beaten up, Eddie. How come?"

"Got caught off guard by the criminal and endured one minute of torture," Ed said in a blasé manner. "What else?"

Lavi sweatdropped. That's not something you can take so lightly, and plus, that doesn't happen so often, ya know!!

"Well, who's this?" Lavi flounced over to Claire, who still had her hair tucked up in her newsboy hat. She smiled nervously and gave a small wave.

"She's Claire," Ed said briskly, and she smiled warmly. "Well, Mustang told her to come with us after the mission."

Lavi then began to smile evilly, as he noticed that Claire was girl, and not a boy.

"Oh?" He teased. "You picked up another one? She sure looks clingy to you… What do you think Winry will say about this? Is she okay with a threesome?"

Ed and Claire turned bright red, and raised their fists, Ed with his right, and Claire with her left. Lavi was blown twenty feet away, crashing into a pillar of adobe brown brick. The two embarrassed teenagers stomped to young man's feet and raised their fists again, their eyes fiery red with anguish, and a dark aura seemed to flow from them. Everyone sweatdropped at just how brutal teenagers could be to others.

"You pervert!!" Ed shouted. "Don't you ever say that ever again! And that's an order from me as an Inspector!!"

The three boys got along so well, their bonds became much stronger. Allen got a hands on experience with Roy's training lessons as he trained with Al and Ed. Obviously, he enjoyed Roy's method more than his Master's. But, unfortunately, there's some things that go downhill. Apparently, the two Masters had gotten them into bigger trouble this time.

"How the hell are we going to pay this whole debt?!" Ed shouted."And to think that Master added to this bill, too!

"Ed, don't swear," Allen sighed. "It's really rude, you know."

"Allen's right, brother," Alphonse looked sincerely. "Don't swear. You know people will think you're not very smart if you swear frequently."

"Fine." Ed slumped down on a nearby chair.

"So… how do we pay this?" He held a long list of the money the two generals owed to many bars. Pity the three children to whom the burden was given.

Allen dug into his pockets to show a deck of cards. The two brothers stared skeptically at his action.

"And what are you going to do with that?" Ed asked. Allen smirked craftily.

"I'll get this debt down in no time."

"A-Allen?" Alphonse deadpanned as he watched the "once-very-kind" boy smile evilly as he dealt his deck of playing cards to a group of burly men. He had already won this game of poker for a while, probably the longest winning streak the brothers had ever seen.

"A-Allen…." Al whispered to the boy's ear, and he snapped out of his dark side and looked at the former in confusion. He was normal again, not his dark personality self.

"What's wrong, Al?" He looked inquisitively at the other blue face. Alphonse snapped out of it and raised an eyebrow.

"What's with you?"

"I'm just getting the debt paid off." Allen smiled. "There's nothing to worry about."

"B-But…"

"You want me to pay the debt or not?"

"O-Okay… then…"

Roy sat back on his seat in his personal office. The office was made specially for guest officials coming from Central, and say, the room was quite his style. Many books, some on alchemy, for Ed's taste, and some classical novels on one section…

But then a sense of guilt. He was taking too long. Izumi and her team of Finders and Alchemists were working as hard as he and his team was doing, and they still can't find Allen Walker. And Marian Cross, dare he say it, was trying to recover as quickly as possible to get up and search for his apprentice. As if it seemed that the redheaded man didn't care for his student, Roy and Hughes were the ones to hear Cross record his "last" message to Allen. Of course, Cross was a man with a big heart on the inside of that dirty shell. Roy fumbled with his fingers in irritation.

"Damn it…" He swore and massaged his temple. "I'll have to ransack every country just to find Walker… I just hope the Elrics can find their father first…"

Then came the day when the Elric brothers and Allen were surrounded by Akuma. Roy and Cross ditched out on them again, and Allen was forced by Ed to sit back and watched the show as the two brothers took down a bunch of Level Twos so easily. Ed's reason?

"We're technically at the rank of Marshall, just like Master, just that he's probably better than us." Ed smiled. Allen watched in awe as Al took down a large Akuma quite easily, in contrast to his height.

"What is the name of your Innocence?" Allen asked. "You never told me yet…"

"Alchemy," Ed pointed to his automail arm, and the pointed to Al's daggers. "and Alkahestry."

"Those names sound really ancient," Allen looked at the two brothers in amazement. Then he looked at Ed's arm again.

"You still haven't told me why you lost your arm and leg."

Ed tensed and let his shoulders drooped sadly. "Master told me not to tell anyone, so I'm sorry…"

Allen looked at the blond and then smiled warmly. "It's okay, Ed. You don't need to tell me if you can't or you don't want to. I'm sure it's for the greater good."

Ed and Al looked up at their newly made friend. To see that this boy had so much optimism was quite impressive.

"Where you going off to now, Allen?" Alphonse asked the older boy. The white haired Exorcist-to-be smiled brightly.

"Master says that we'll be going to Africa, so I have to go with him. After that, it's Russia and then India."

"That sounds like a long trip!" Al smiled. "I don't think Master will be taking brother and I around much…"

"Oi, Allen," Ed smirked. "We'll see when you get to be Marshall, right?"

"You bet." Allen smiled. "Just don't be late."

"No way we won't," Alphonse smiled, and the boys shared their last laugh together before departing for a long time. Allen could always remember the big grins as they walked further away. Don't worry. He'll see them again.

"Road-sama… you're looking worse every day, Lero." The pumpkin-headed umbrella was perched on the windowsill, as Road was sitting with her head against the headboard of her bed, her feet curled up with her chin resting on her knees.

"What do you mean?" Road looked up in doubt. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I meant, your skin is getting less gray every day, Lero."

Road snorted. "I think you're hallucinating. Maybe because I've abused you too many times, am I wrong?"

"Yeah! Maybe's that's why, Lero!!" Lero laughed, but received a stuffed animal tossed in its face.

"Why don't you go somewhere else?" Road frowned. "I want alone time."

"You're changing a lot, Road-sama, Lero." The umbrella hovered from its place on the windowsill and slipped under the door to get away. Road kept her frown on. She could feel it so much stronger now. The part of her that she used to be was stirring. It seemed as if another entity was breaking from her grasp, just like how Alphonse had.

Out of curiosity, she stared at the mirror and looked at herself. Pity her. Her skin used to be very dark gray, like a dead living corpse, but now it had more life in it, more like pale white skin- Human skin. Of course, she could change from a Noah outlook to a human's skin, fake, of course, but this seemed so real.

"Hm…" She sighed. "Maybe he's right. I've changed a lot."

A part of her mind whispered a "Yes" in agreement. The same words rolled in her mind like a raging storm.

I'll be waiting for you at the Gate…

"Please…" Road whispered in resonance to the voice inside her. "Take me away… I don't… want to become a Noah anymore…"

"Your wish is granted," the voice identical to hers resounded in her ears. "Now let me handle this from now on. You have used my body long enough."

"Okay…"

She undergone complete transformation. Her skin has become perfectly peachy, very human. Her forehead, free of the cross shaped scars, but those won't be seen anyways, since her bangs grown longer. Her hair stayed unkempt and dark purple. Her eyes once golden was now still angled but a deep purple. She looked at herself in the mirror once again.

She had achieved it, the art of sustaining two sides of the same coin. She was alive, for once. Her name? She'll keep the name Road Kamelot. Her former name sounded less grand.

"Now…" Road frowned. "To find the Eastern Sage and his sons…"

Years passed, and Allen had become a brilliant Exorcist, a favorite amongst the many residents in the Black Order, especially Lenalee Lee. But the tale of his manipulation of the Noah's Ark made him more infamous than famous day by day. He shoved away the sad thoughts and kept his smile on, and today was the day he had successfully recruited Timothy into the order. The kid was handful, but at least the Order had an extra hand.

He strolled in the corridors of his still new home. He preferred that tall tower than this cathedral as a home. His room was quite less happier, too, since he was roommate with the uptight and annoying Howard Link, his stalker. His mind then flitted back to the memories he shared with Edward and Alphonse Elric. Come to think of it, where were they now? He supposed they can't have been dead. They sounded too good to be dead. And if they weren't, why didn't they and Roy Mustang come to help him at the Ark or come to the meeting Leverrier held for all the Marshalls last month? Why didn't Komui bother to ask a search party for Roy Mustang?

His head was clouded in those thoughts when a series of CROW members flitted past him and stop a few feet, and turned to him. Several more came and stopped before him, forming a ring around him and trapping him. Lenalee and Lavi were on their way, when they saw Allen surrounded by CROW members. Allen whirled around in place, seeing for any way to escape. No. He was completely caged in. A CROW member on each possible angle, ready to pounce on him. But why?

"Allen Walker," Leverrier smiled seeing the boy's confused face. "You are hereby charged for heresy under the orders of Central."

"Why?" Allen asked, with horror in his voice.

"Because of the recent events," Leverrier vaguely explained. "Moreover, you will be taken to Central for questioning."

"Huh?" Allen was cut off by a sharp pain in his left arm, and he toppled to the ground. He's never this weak. Of course he can't fall over if there's weight on his arm… He looked over his shoulder and saw that his hand was bound by spell cards, just like last time when Cross…

He watched the horrified look on Lenalee's face, but he felt quite better at the moment, just a week ago, he managed to get her alone and tell her the three words she liked to hear, and they did share time long enough to exchange more than words, and he was glad she didn't have to go through the agony of seeing him going without knowing he loved her.

"D-Damn you!!!" Lenalee never swore. Never.

With a whirl that made her emerald hair seem to streak past Lavi like lightning, the girl charged at Leverrier, but was cut off by a person's body standing before her. Indeed, the man was Link , whose pained look on his face showed how much he regretted his actions. Lavi was kept away, too, causing a huge commotion in the halls.

"Link!" Lenalee cried. "Let me go!"

"I'm sorry, Lenalee," Link frowned. "I'm under orders."

"We don't care about your damn orders!" Lavi shouted. "Let Allen go!"

Several people in the hallways shrieked at the sight as Allen attempted to stagger to his feet but was brought down by a harsh blow to the head. He heard Lenalee scream again as his head slammed to the floor again, opening a gash on the side of his forehead that barely healed from the Timothy ordeal. What was going on? Why was he being arrested? He hadn't done anything bad, did he?

"No!" Lenalee's anguish didn't go away. "Stop it! At this rate-"

A heavy foot slammed was pressed upon his back, pressuring him to sink into the floor, but the marble did not allow him to, and the young Exorcist was left giving a shriek of pain, feeling his spine about ready to snap. The foot continued to press down on his back, forcing the air out of his lungs so quickly when his chest made contact with the marble floor. He coughed and wheezed, but he used the remainder of his might to kick the man who was standing on him.

"Don't put up a fight, Allen Walker," Leverrier's stoic expressions some type of concealed glee.

Allen felt himself pulled up by the collar and dragged across the floor to Leverrier's feet. Then a cloth was placed over his mouth and nose, and his vision began to blur. Chloroform… He hated that substance now. He continued to struggle as his movements and muffled cries were visible. There stood a helpless Lenalee, her hand outstretched to him, her eyes welling with tears. He could barely see the blob of a white beret and blue hair racing to him behind Lenalee.

"Allen!!! No!!!"

"Lenalee…" His muffled voice didn't make through. And he instantly fell asleep, but the screams of Lenalee didn't stop. And he felt a small rustle in his sleeve.

Allen was tossed into the wall, and he immediately was left slumping over. Blood was the one word description for the poor boy. Nothing more.

"Are you going to answer my questions?" Leverrier's taunting voice asked. Allen looked up with a tiny spark of fire in his eyes.

"I… tol'… yo'… u…" he snarled but uttered in a low voice, his throat straining to even say the words… "I…dun…'t… 'mow…"

He then received another blow to the head, and he crashed to the floor again for the umpteenth time… He sobbed quietly as the frustrated footsteps marched away from his near-lifeless body…

Please… he prayed. Anyone… please… I don't know the answer to his questions…

He missed Lenalee, he missed Kanda, he missed Lavi, he missed Miranda, he missed Komui… Krory… Bak… Cross… Fou… Mustang… Edward… Alphonse…

"Please…" His hoarse voice whispered. Timcampy flew from its hiding place and landed on Allen's abused head. It had been caught at one point and was battered just as badly as Allen. Afterward, it only showed up when Allen was alone, sobbing. Golems had no emotion, normally, but this one did. It was feeling more miserable, knowing that the guard that had beaten it knocked out the mechanism that allowed it to show its memories at will. Now that that chance was gone, Timcampy had no idea how it could save Allen.

He didn't know how long he had stayed there. Weeks? Days? Months? Years? Hours? The pitch black of the dungeons had no clocks or indication of daylight or moonlight. But immediately the doors opened again, and then came a girl's shriek, causing his head to jerk upwards in fright.

"A-Allen!!!"

The voice was so familiar… Where had he heard it?

Link was at the door, with Leverrier, some CROW members, and a girl with short emerald black hair in an Exorcist uniform accompanied them this time… her eyes were purple… and on her feet were red anklets and… Lenalee! Why was she here?!

"A…L…L…Lena…" Allen found it hard to form words, and then the girl rushed to his side, and hugged him fiercely.

"Allen!! You're alive!! Thank God!!!" She began to sob terribly, prompting the white haired "Once"- Exorcist to cry as well. He had no energy to move his hands to the small of her back to bring her closer and hug her back…

"Lenalee Lee," Leverrier's voice echoed firmly. "You audience with the 14th is done. Please leave the premises."

"I can't…" Lenalee sobbed more. "Why should I leave him here?! He needs help! And you said that you would help him suppress the Noah!"

"I am," Leverrier smiled. "In the fastest method possible. Now leave before I must force you outside."

Allen shuddered visibly. He had been in this hell for a long time, only to be greeted by the girl he loved so much, and be comforted by her, and now she was going to leave him again… No… it was opposite. He would leave her. And that's a bigger shame.

"L…Lena…Lena…Le…" He stammered, but Lenalee pulled away from him a bit and shook her head.

"Don't talk too much…" She smiled. "You'll hurt yourself…"

His pale gray eyes stared into her pure purple ones, and the stare lasted for a long time. All demands from the Leverrier were zoned out as they continued to stare, and then he pulled the final straw.

The girl's smile faltered suddenly, and Allen twitched at the strange event. Lenalee gave a small gasp as a shower of cards floated around her head, and her eyes turned from the lively emotional purple to dull shielded… indigo… Allen's eyes widened in horror as she stood up in a robotic manner and walked towards Leverrier and Link.

"I've warned you," Leverrier growled at the girl, whose expression was still blank. "You had a time limit, and you broke it. Now you will pay a price."

Allen had a quick intake of breath as Lenalee was released from the cards and her eyes were normal again. She turned around to look at Allen one more time… but she screamed in shock and disgust.

At this point his heart broke into a million pieces. Another salty drop of melancholy fell down his scarred face.

"W-What is that?!!!" She pointed accusingly at Allen, and the poor boy allowed himself to let the tears flow down his face. What had happened then? A seal? It can't be! They wiped her memories… in flash… no…

"L…Lenale-" His body wracked into a violent fit of coughing and wheezing, and he felt a coppery taste upon his tongue. A flit of gold before his eyes made him wonder just what the strange movement was.

Lenalee promptly left the room, demanding to leave Central and go back to her brother and the Order. She never mentioned Allen's name… He was now alone once again, at the feet of Leverrier and Link.

"You see?" Leverrier frowned. "Lenalee has now forgotten you so easily… because you're an incorrigible Noah!"

Allen was backhanded so hard his body fell over and he held onto the stone floor as if it were a bed of some sort. His eyes flitted to a sympathetic Link. He could see the eyes of regret when the man had to restrain him after being caught in his escape attempts, when Leverrier commanded his subordinate to apprehend him when he made a snarky comment of some sort.

Link had been able to help sustain Allen's confidence when they were quite alone, and he would whisper to him the plans he set up for the boy to let him escape to the hands of different Inspector. However, the poor man had been disallowed to leave the location at any costs, since Leverrier said something about information leaking to his rival… Roy Mustang… or something like that.

"I'm… dead…aren't I…?" Allen whimpered in a low murmur as the door slammed before him again. He had lost everyone… and he could do nothing…

A kick. A gasp. Nothing more. Red beady eyes stared down at a limp body of a young boy. He seemed broken, far enough, physically, but what about mentally? He had been taunted for so long now…

No one will come to look for you, Noah.

You're not Allen Walker anymore. You're just a half-dead doll.

They don't care about you. Can't you see? They haven't even attempted to find you.

Try escaping and it'll only be worse. What would happen if Lenalee saw you again like this? She'll cry, won't she? And you hate it when she cries.

His frail lungs were making him breathe in harsh manner, and his assaulter believed that this was enough.

"Please…" A voice behind the towering figure pleaded. "He will die if we keep going."

The former snorted in irritation, earning one final whimper from his victim before leaving.

"Fine," he said. "But he cannot repent anything if we don't push him to his limits…"

The doors of the dungeon closed on the small figure, who began to sob quietly. Before, they uncased him in shackles, but now that was no longer needed. He was far too weak to move, or so they thought, at some times. He painfully rolled over on his back, facing the cold gray granite of the ceiling, and there, a window. A square cut out of the stone, barred by iron rods. Still, there enough room for moonlight to be seen.

The only person he cared for around here was the kind nurse who helped him stay alive around here, so what of it? He's already tried everything to get out, and no avail. At this point, he probably will be taken to the skies and never come back down again. But still… people were waiting for him. Those brothers he met, were waiting for him to become the Marshall he should be. The kind girl he met on his first day at Home, was waiting for him to come back home. That annoying idiot was waiting to give a snarky comment and make an argument out of it, but then really was just happy to see him anyways. That eye patched boy was also waiting to see his smile when he comes back. And maybe the family of his other side was waiting for him to rejoin the battle.

He slowly raised his left hand as if he were attempting to touch the moon that stood helplessly. The moon cannot save him. Never. But someone else will, and he knows it. That's why he has clung to sanity for so long. They say he will break in about another week, but hell, they will be completely wrong. He will live, and he will wait, no matter how long it takes.

A pair of golden eyes snapped open, and the owner of these eyes panted heavily as his face was coated with nightmare's sweat. He lifted his hand to stroke through his long blond hair. He glanced at his moonlit residence, noting a pair of half-rimmed glasses sitting on the bedside table. He shifted in his bedding a few more times, thinking of the family he left behind.

Another round of hopeless sleep forced the man to give up on even attempting to rest. He dragged himself out of bed, and prepared himself for another day of traveling. Usually, he ambled about the world, with no destination. But this time, he had one checkpoint.

He had heard and seen a message, something he had never hoped to use. The message was not clear enough, but the message was vague.

The blond man slipped on a dark brown overcoat, and wound a long white scarf around his stocky neck. He took one more look at the room of temporary housing and opened the brass doorknob that was gradually developing a greenish patina. He checked himself out, promptly, and calmly strolled out the ringing doors.

Once more on the cobblestones of Germany, he saw the dark night, and a small ray of dawn shining behind the horizon of the Alps. He contemplated the next fragments of the events to come, wondering how well he would pass through. His foot started with one bold step, and the other followed, atop the stony path out of the town.

"London…" The man with golden eyes frowned as he continued to walk. "I've got to get to London…"

A/N: poor tim... can't do anything cause he's just a golem. And if you notice. Chapter 14 is a very convenient chapter number, considering what new character appeared. I was going to make an addition to the scene where Allen prays for his friends to come save him with Tyki sneaking in to see him, but I cut that out, because i wanted to keep it T-rated, and I hate yaoi or any boyXboy love. Even though it was Tyki trying to offer Allen entry to the Noah family, I thought it was causing a big hole in the plot, so I'm assuming Tyki doesn't know where Allen is, either. And of course, Tyki's not going to be the first to find Allen. Next chapter(s) is loosely based on the Laboratory 5 episode of the Brotherhood series. Order 3066, which I mentioned last chapter, is actually the order the Fuhrer in Fullmetal Alchemist signed to order the massacre of the Ishvalan race. However, I changed the meaning of order 3066 by a whole lot. You'll see how when the chapter comes next week. So far, I have restored all line breaks in the chapters, so there should be no confusion between scene skips now.

Preview: Chapter 15-17: Order 3066, Contemplation, Blessed Snow - A 3-Chapter Arc! Roy explains the second objective of the Silver Shield's part of the Holy War: Finding Edward and Alphonse's father, the Eastern Sage, or Van Hoeinheim. Although Ed is angry at his father for leaving him, Al, and their mother, another reason lies beside it. The Exorcists embark on a mission to Laboratory 5, one of the sites of a horrifying massacre of hundreds, and the secret of the Flames of Wrath are revealed. Road Kamelot discovers the art of the existence of two identities, and makes a decision that Al has left for her. The owner of an Innocence that commands the freezing depths of the earth appears before the Exorcists. And where in the world is Van Hoeinheim?

As for Alphonse and Road paired together.... yeah... sounds really weird, but I'll explain how I came up with this crazy pairing. Please review!