Hello one and all. I'm glad people are enjoying this story so far, and now we're finally getting into the plot. Well, I can't think of anything else to say, so I wont try to and waste your's and my time, so on with the story.

Disclaimer: Fma does not belong to me.

Chapter 4

When Selim awoke, he was in his room, on his oversized bed. He would of liked to say all that had been a dream, but something felt… wrong, not to mention the strange energy he could still feel pulsing in his body.

Getting down off his bed he began looking around his room. It was almost exactly how he left it, but not quite. There were a few things he had never seen before. Books he'd never read on the shelf, toys he couldn't remember getting. Remembering something, Selim ran back over to his bookshelf. His alchemy book wasn't there. Maybe it was still in his bag.

The young boy sat back down on his bed, still a bit scared and now even more confused. What had that white figure done? Had it set back time, erasing everything that led up to his death? No, that wouldn't explain the new things in his room, or the energy he felt. It must have been something else, but he didn't know what. Maybe it had something to do with why his father had called him Pride. He didn't know why, but that really stuck out at him.

Closing his eyes, Selim tried to concentrate. There had to be an explanation for all of this, and he could figure it out. He was smarter then most kids his age, he just had to think. Slowly, almost without his realizing it, the pulsing began to get stronger. When he finally did realize, he began to focus on it, trying to keep it like that. Maybe that had something to do with all of this.

"Selim, are you awake in there?" His mother called, knocking on his door. Opening his eyes, the pulsing sensation quickly faded back to normal.

"Y-yes mother," He called back. The door opened and his mother stepped in, looking rather worried. Selim figured she probably would be, he had been unconscious for some reason, whether it was passing out in class, or being strangled to death by his father. Not only that but when he woke up, he couldn't stop crying because he thought his father was going to kill him. Of course she'd look worried.

"Are you alright, dear?" She asked. Selim wasn't sure how to answer, he wanted to ask her what was going on. He wanted to tell her that his father tried to kill him, but he was afraid to. What if she just thought he was insane. Finally, he decided to figure out what she thought happened, and work from there.

"Yes, I'm fine now. I just," Selim tried to find the right words to ask. He didn't want her to get suspicious of anything before he had everything figured out, it would only worry her more. "Um, how did I, get unconscious, the first time?"

"You passed out during class sweetie, don't you remember?" His mother asked. Selim shook his head, hoping she would explain a bit more. "You had been complaining of a headache, so your tutor went to go get the doctor, and when they came back you fell on the floor. Are you sure you're alright?" She asked again, and Selim nodded.

"I'm fine mother, don't worry," He said, and tried his best to smile, although he was already trying to piece things together in his mind. His mother stood up, interrupting his thoughts.

"Alright, dinner will be done in about an hour. Oh, and your father wants to see you," Selim froze. He wasn't sure if he could hold up in front of his father. He sure couldn't last time, but maybe… maybe he could help with explaining what had happened.

"Yes mother, I'll go see him now," Selim said, and slid off his bed. Walking through the halls he noticed more things that shouldn't be there. Paintings he'd never seen, rooms that were the wrong color, furniture with the wrong fabric, or in the wrong spot. Maybe if he could go without bursting into tears, his father could explain it all.

Finally he reached his father's office. His train set wasn't inside, but it didn't really surprise him, not after everything else. "You wanted to see me, father?" Selim said hesitantly, letting his father know he was there.

"Yes, come in," Bradley said, and Selim quickly did as he was told, shutting the door behind him. "How do you feel?" Bradley asked, not looking up from his paperwork.

"Fine now, father," Selim responded politely. He wasn't sure what he wanted to ask, or how, but he had a feeling his father knew something he didn't.

"Selim," Bradley started. The boy in question stared at his father, letting him know he had his attention. "Do the words, promised day, mean anything to you?" Selim looked down in thought. He couldn't read his father's expression, so he had no idea if he was supposed to know what they meant or not. He decided that just going with the truth would be the best chose, if he guessed right, and he didn't really know, something bad could happen.

"No father, are they supposed to?" His father shook his head, but still didn't look up.

"No, it's alright. You may go now," Bradley said, waving a hand to dismiss him. Selim simply nodded and left the room. Once out he went straight back to his room, and sunk into his bed.

Well, that went well…ish. It could of definitely been worse. He could of burst out crying again. Laying on his bed, he began to go over the conversation in his head. What had his father meant by, promised day? Did it have something to do with why he had called him pride?

Soon his mother called him to dinner. It was there that he learned his father was going to Central HQ for the next few hours, and an idea began to form in the nine year olds' head.

After dinner Selim snuck into his father's office. Trying to push the bookcase out of the way, he was glad to see it still moved, and hadn't changed like some of the other things here. What was behind the bookcase had defiantly changed, though.

There was a tunnel leading downward. He couldn't see how far it went, but it was most certainly far. Stepping into the tunnel, he turned around and pushed the bookcase back into place. He didn't want his mother or a maid to come in and see the big hole in the wall and start to go down it, it could be dangerous.

Once the bookcase was back in place he began down. There were small lights stuck on the walls every now and then, so it wasn't pitch black. That calmed him down a bit, he's always been afraid of total darkness. Not the dark, just total dark. Soon he reached an even larger tunnel. There was a grate on the ceiling. Walking along the path, he at first thought the grates were just where the wires for lighting and stuff were, but then he began hearing noises from them. Looking up, he saw eyes. Hundreds of them, glowing in the darkness and staring at him.

Whimpering to try and keep from screaming, Selim kept walking forward. They hadn't attacked him yet. He tried to keep the same pace he had been going before, and not brake out into a run, that might stir the things up there. What ever they were. Much to big to be rats, that was for sure.

Finally he reached the place where the tunnel seemed to be leading. There were pipes, or were they huge wires, running all over the ground. They all seemed to lead to a chair in the center of the room. Selim was facing the back of it, so he couldn't see who, if anybody, was in the chair.

Something moving in the corner of his eye caught Selim's attention, and he nearly fell down spinning himself to face it. It was a person standing up, although Selim didn't recognize him…or was it a her? The person had long, green hair that stuck out at a bunch of odd angles, and it was wearing a skin tight black top, and what appeared to be a skirt, or maybe it was a skort, you know, those shorts with the fabric around then that make them look like skirts. Who ever it was had seemed to notice him though, and was coming straight towards him. What should he do, run? Hide? Just stand there like an idiot as he was currently doing?

"Why hello there Pride, what brings you here?" The person asked. Selim blinked in confusion. Pride, that's what his father had called him. Why was this person calling him it too, now? Was there something he was missing, something he'd forgot? Or was it all that white figures fault?

"W-who are you?" Selim asked the person. He knew it probably sounded strange, as this person apparently knew him. His suspicion was conformed by the look on the stranger's face.

"What the matter, you hit your head or something?" The person asked. Selim knew he wouldn't figure anything out by being a scared little kid, so he decided to answer this strange person's question, no matter how much he scared him.

"No, but I have no idea who you are, or what all this is, could you please explain it to me?" Selim asked, trying to sound polite as to not anger the stranger. He (Selim figured it was a he, despite the way he dressed) had seemed pretty laid back so far, but you could never know.

"Err, Pride, it's me. Envy. You sure nothing happened to you?" The person, now revealed to be Envy, asked again. Selim didn't answer his question, though. He was too busy thinking. Envy, and pride. He knew those two things had something in common with one another. They were in a group or something, he just couldn't remember what.

"Yoo-hoo! Earth to Pride? Are you in there?" Envy asked, waving his hand in front of the boy's face. Selim quickly nodded, coming out of his thoughts.

"Y-yes! I'm sorry," Selim apologized, although that didn't seem to be the exact right thing to do. Envy looked even more confused.

"What you apologizing for?" The green haired man asked, and Selim shrugged, not looking him in the eyes. There was something strange about this person, now that he was so close. Something about him, and this whole place, actually, felt wrong.

"I-" Selim cut off though, when the sound of footsteps reached his ears. Turning towards them, he saw they were coming from the tunnel he had come out of. He was very worried, what if more scary people were going to come? What if they found out he wasn't this 'Pride' person?

Selim's breath was stuck in his throat when he saw who it was. He almost wished it was another stranger. The Envy person didn't seemed too fazed, though. He just rocked back onto his heals.

"Hey Wrath, something happened to Pride here? You're the one that's always with him," Envy asked. Selim saw the confused look on his father's face turn into a bit of shock when he saw him.

"F-father! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to go down your secret tunnel! I just…" Selim trailed off as he noticed both his father and this Envy person were staring at him. Envy looked at him, then his father, then back to him, then back to his father. He then let out a long, low whistle.

"Damn Wrath, you screwed something up, big time."

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Oh nose! Cliffhanger, well, sort of. Selim has found his way to the underground lair! What will happen now? Hell if I know, not like I'm the one writing it or anything.

Well, please review, it makes me explode like a thousand rainbow unicorns in happiness.