This is chapter 2 of Almana's Star. Obviously.
Of course, what I didn't realize, was that a war was starting, and that we were in the middle of it.
You know, when I think about it, I realize it's not actually as bad as you would think. I mean, we had a house, a family, food, and money.
But that all changed the day when an Amestrian soldier shot Destiny in the head. Destiny: my perfect, innocent, angel-like, beautiful baby sister. I was seven. Omega, Omari, and Jason were six. Michael and Jade were five, as Maleigah had died a year previously from an unknown illness. Angel was four, and wondering what had happened to "Dessy". It was heartbreaking.
After that, this just continued spiraling downwards.
We got into a bloody civil war. My family could step outside the house in fear that we would get shot. But once, when Jason was buying food with Michael and Jade, he was shot. Not in the heart, not in the lungs, but equally terrifying. It was his upper right leg. When we got home, Perrin was there. He was a trained doctor, but thanks to the war he had next to no supplies. When questioned, he told us that Jason may never be able to walk again. He told us to stay here and he would go get someone to inspect the wound. Perrin told us that he knew an alchemist who could help us. But when he left to get Takehito and Dameon, all we could hear was the sounds of battle getting closer and closer. When it had been almost ten minutes and he still hadn't returned, we began to worry. We decided to leave, and come back when the fighting stopped.
Not all of us made it out in time.
Now, it isn't what it sounds like, not completely. I mean, we all walked out of the house alive. No saying if we were all in one piece, or not. We had quite a few problems, though.
Jason was shot. I have a metal arm and rib. Vera was helping the Rockbells, and Perrin disappeared. Michael, Omega, Omari, Jade, and Angel were terrified half to shock. And we had no clue where we were going. Great combination, I know. But at least they had me. Because I had a metal arm, I could do a lot of things that others can't.
I can remember a couple years back when I was having automail surgery with Pinako and Sarah attaching the automail. A little girl, Winry I believe, crawled in. I heard crying from the other room, and I figured that Trisha had came with her children, Edward and Alphonse. Van Hohenheim, their father, had came into the room because he wanted to see what automail surgery looked like. Ed was two and Al was one.
They had decided to leave the children alone for a bit, so that they could all help me with the surgery. Because of that, Al had somehow got cut on the upper arm by a toy. At the time we had no idea what was going on, but now it just seems funny.
I could always tell that Winry, Edward, and Alphonse were prodigies. I mean, how many two-year-olds do you know that would walk (okay, crawl) into the room with a bunch of crazy adults and just sit there and stare at the port. Literally. She just stared. And when the door opened again (Trisha wanted to check on the children), I saw Ed leaning over Al, attempting to put a band-aid on him. It was adorable, but at the same time, it hurt. It was how my family should be. Not with the birth parents dead, not with me in automail surgery with my twin dead. After all, Ariyanna and I were practically the parents.
Now, when I think about it, I realize that I maybe could've stopped them from trying Human Transmutation. If I had just told them that I had got this in Human Transmutation, if I had just explained that it was the Devil's work. But I didn't. I was too afraid that they would report me to the authorities, and then my little dysfunctional family would have no parents, no money, and no hope.
I couldn't tell them. I got automail, and during rehabilitation, the little angels themselves decided to help. They would bring me things, take me things, and help me with generally everything. It was like Truth was saying sorry for taking Maleigah and Ariyanna. It was supposed to take three years, but with hostility towards the Ishvalans starting up, we decided we would complete it in Ishval. Pinako and Sarah gave us a list of things to do, to take, and what things to avoid. I only made it through a month or two of rehabilitation before Destiny was shot. It was horrible.
The radio was the single only way that I didn't go insane from boredom. I loved listening to the music and the talking. One of the more prominent things in my mind fro this was this one song by a man named Kansas. It was Carry On, My Wayward Son. Every time he sang it, I imagined that my dad was singing this, to Ariyanna. Especially when he said, I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high. It was so true. We were soaring, because we had a house and family. But we were egotistical, and thought we could bring mom back.
And here's the strange thing: van Hohenheim looked strangely like my dad. The first time we met I actually called him out on it:
Van Hohenheim had walked into the room, imagining that nothing was happening. He had heard that a young half-blooded Xerxian was getting automail, and he felt like it was his duty to make sure she survived. He saw a young girl on the bed who couldn't be older than seven. Her long pale blonde hair was draped of young side of her face, giving the illusion that she had no eye. But when she looked up, he could see that she had a red eye. The hair was then moved away, and he saw a gold eye, too.
"Dad?" she screeched, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"What?" half the occupants in the room stared at her.
"Yeah, you heard me. You look like an older version of my dad."
I still think that my dad is alive. I mean, besides the fact that we're different races, Angel and Ed looked a lot alike.
Now, I'm twenty years old. I found out about the Homunculi, but the only one to catch me was Envy. He knew who I was and where I came from, and yet he warned me not to get involved. Before he left, he told me not to scream.
He then started to shape-shift into my father.
Yes, I decided what Envy and Almana's relationship is going to be. A little back-story that I may or may not add later on:
Envy was originally created for Hohenheim's child with Dante. So, that being said, you would realize how alike Envy's real form and Hohenheim's body would look like. So yeah.
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