5.
Alphonse the cat sat by the fountain and watched as the blue-eyed girl in front of him blinked with annoyance and confusion. He heard her let out a depressed sigh, before turning her back away to go back inside. He let out a loud meow, making Winry turn back; She gasped in surprise as she saw a glowing figure floating above him.
"W-What...?" Her question stuck in her throat as she stared at the floating woman; She was beautiful, her brown hair flowing all around her, along with a long white dress. She wore a soft, kind smile on her face, the type of smile that only a mother would wear.
"My name is Trisha Elric, Winry." The woman opened her mouth and spoke softly, still smiling at the girl. Winry's eyes grew wider.
"E-Elric...? What are you? Why are you here?" Her tongue overflowed with questions, one after the other. Trisha laughed, nodding a little.
"Yes, Elric... I was the Queen, and the prince's mother, until I died in a fatal accident... I am a spirit, a ghost if you wish, come back to help my son find what he needs to be happy again." The woman answered Winry's questions patiently, still floating and glowing. Winry just stared at her, in a mild shock, not knowing what to do or say. Finally her brain woke up and she asked;
"Y-You mean, Prince Edward...? But what does it have to do with me?"
Trisha just carried on smiling, and held her hand out to her.
"My son needs someone who can look after him, and guide him through life... I have been watching you, and you are the only girl in this town not corrupted by greed and envy for his title... You are his one." She said.
Winry shook her head, looking down. "I can't be... I'm nothing, not like this... I-I can't even go to the ball, I'm just a peasant!" Winry cried out achingly, her knees almost giving way. Trisha stepped down and softly stepped over to the young girl, placing her hand gently on her shoulder.
"I am here to grant your wish, Winerella... I am like your fairy godmother, if you want..." Trisha's voice gently echoed round her, making Winry look up into her gentle eyes.
"I shall make you a princess, fit for the ball."
Ed was still bored, and almost falling asleep. The only thing stopping his eyes from closing was his constant searching for only one girl he wished to meet. Eventually he gave up, closing his eyes and leaning back as he decided she wasn't going to come. May as well just go after that Rose girl... His eyes opened suddenly as many gasps echoed out through the room. The music had stopped playing as the musicians stopped to stare. The dancing had stopped as the many dukes and duchesses had stopped to stare. Everyone had stopped whatever they were doing, just to stare at one person.
Her.