Next chappie coming your way! A bit shorter than usual, but I thought I ended it at a good spot. Thanks for the reads and review!
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~Emery arrives in Resembool, plus lots of memories!~
Everything Alphonse was telling her, was just like what her mother would say. Her mother, with light brown hair in waves, and green eyes like emeralds. The one who told her stories about her father while he was away at war. Who sat by her side to keep the monsters away. The one who sacrificed her life for her daughter. The one who died all because of a stupid mistake.
Emery stood up abruptly. "Alphonse, I really need to get some air. I might look for Edward and the Major." The boy sounded startled. "Huh? Oh, okay. The train will leave soon, so don't get lost." He warned. She gave a slight wave, quickly leaving the train car. Once she was out of sight, she almost wanted to cry. But she wouldn't. She would find out the truth. And no way would she cry. She said she wouldn't. It was a promise. And Emery wasn't one to break her promises. But you already broke one, didn't you? The little voice in the back of her head nagged. So what makes you think you can keep that one? She growled mentally. 'I will!' She thought. She looked up, just to slam her forehead into someone else. "Ah, sorry!" She exclaimed,stumbling back. "Watch it! Oh, Emery." The girl looked up,"S-sorry Edward." she mumbled. "I do apologize miss Emery, we had to rush off to find a very important person." Of course, Armstrong made it seem bigger than it probably was. "Alphonse thought so. " She gave a wane smile. Back to the train it was.
Emery's dread grew with every step she took down the dirt path to the Rockbell house. It just had to be different people, she told herself. But the similarities were just overwhelming. The large farmlands, and hills, everything. Was just like she was told as a child. It was when the house came into view she broke. Her hand flew to her mouth as she froze. Her eyes watered but no tears overflowed. She had the exact picture of what she was seeing in a drawer at home. The stone half-wall that followed the path, the tree next to the house, was exactly the same. Her mother had lived here, grown up here, until she left for central. And even though her father had been here before, he couldn't be sure it was the same place. He didn't pay attention, and he didn't need to. His wife had never been on good terms with her family, so he never brought it up. And Lyra never talked that much about home, it could have been a coincidence.
"Mommy? Why don't we see your family?" Emery was eight when she asked this. "Emery, I... I left them mad, and I'm scared they are still mad at me." Lyra sighed. The little girl laughed. "But if they love you they won't be mad! They would want to see you again, like I want to see daddy. I'm sad he left, but he's helping, right?"The girl's mother sighed again. "You're not supposed to be smart yet, you are still a baby." She smiled. Emery crossed her arms, pouting. "I'm not a baby!"
At age fifteen, Lyra Rockbell left her hometown Resembool, because of an out-of-hand argument between herself, her brother, her brother's Fiance, and her mother. It was over something stupid, her brother's marriage. She felt so selfish then, her best friend in the world was moving out, and wasn't going to have time for her anymore. He was going to grow up, and they would probably have a kid or two, they were Resembool's best doctors as well. But to go back there, after so many years, married with a daughter of her own...Lyra was so had decided once Emery was born, that when Roy became Fuhrer, she would go home. Just a visit, test the waters. But life takes turns that aren't wanted, ones we don't like. But we move on. Keep living. Be brave.
Emery took a deep breath, walking quickly to catch up to the boys. She could freeze up all she wanted in her mind, be scared and feel sad in her mental sanctuary. But right now, her physical body needed to keep going. It couldn't freeze, else she would stop forever, never to live life like she wanted to as a child. She would find a way to confront her family, maybe not the moment she met them, but she would at one time. Maybe they had forgiven her mother, and she had nothing to fear all along. Whatever had happened, Emery would fix things, for her mother. For Lyra Rockbell.