It was nearing the Promised Day and Myra was on her way to Central. She had planned on staying in Liore until her wounds healed, but later decided to stay a few day longer to help with construction as a small way to repay the villagers for their kindness.

A few military troops needed help coming up with plans for the Promised Day, so Myra had volunteered to help out after leaving Liore.

She and Hohenheim decided to meet up again in Central. Myra hoped that Ed would get to meet him there, since she got word that Al met him while he was still in Liore.

Right now, Hohenheim is also supposed to be on his way to Central, but Myra is expected to get there first. She is unsure where Al went after he left Liore.

Myra suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. She gasped and clenched the fabric of her shirt by her heart as she fell to her knees, coughing.

"Well it looks like you've saved me the trouble of having to capture you." A voice said mockingly in front of her.

Myra looked up and glared at the person she saw. Pride.

"What..." She coughed, "...do you want?" She said coldly.

"Father wants to keep an eye on you until the Promised Day. He was concerned that you might try to interfere with our plans, but judging by your condition I don't think you pose that big of a threat right now." His usual evil smile etched onto his face.

"If I can't do it, then they will." Myra said weakly. Her voice was strained and she struggled to speak. "Ed and Al will stop you and that man below Central!"

She tried to stand up through sheer will, her golden eyes burning with determination.

Pride's smile dropped. His face becoming emotionless as he said, "Maybe I was wrong. You would become a problem."

That was the last thing he said before one of his shadow arms extended behind Myra as it sharply hit the back of her neck. Without getting a chance to fight, Myra collapsed to the ground unconscious.

"Myra! Myra come quick, it's Mom!"

The sound of Ed's panicked voice caused worry to build inside Myra as she quickly ran into the house.

"What's going o—" Myra cut herself off when she reached the doorway. Her eyes widened at seeing her mother's collapsed form on the ground. "Mom? Mom!" Myra desperately cried for her mother as she crouched next to her.

"Myra, what's happening to Mom?" Al asked with a scared and frantic tone, sitting beside her.

"Ed, Al, stay with Mom. I'm going to get Granny!" Myra tried to keep herself composed as she ran as fast as she could to get Pinako.

"Myra, dear, I want you to take care of them for me." Trisha said as if it was the most casual thing in the world. She had a warm smile on her face as she spoke to her daughter. Despite being bedridden, Trisha still smiled for her kids every second she saw them.

"No! I need you here to help me, Mom. I d-don't know what to do. I don't want to be alone!" Myra's eyes were filled with tears as a few managed to escape.

"You won't be alone. Granny Pinako will be right here, and I'll always be with you. Now be strong for me and your brothers, ok?" Trisha said gently, wiping away Myra's fallen tears.

Myra sniffled, trying to compose herself. "I'll protect them, Mom. I promise to protect Ed and Al."

Trisha's eyes softened, "Thank you, Myra. I'm so glad to have a daughter as kind-hearted as you are." She smiled warmly, fighting the urge to cry in front of her daughter.

Two Elrics sat in front of their mother's grave. Their faces solemn, as if by waiting in front of her grave she would come back. They had cried out most of their tears, leaving room only for sorrow and despair.

They heard soft footsteps approaching, but didn't turn around, knowing exactly who it was.

"Ed? Al?" Myra's voice was soft as she spoke to them. "I made stew for dinner tonight. Come and eat while it's still hot."

They both looked up at her with eyes they used to look at their mother with. Myra felt her throat tightening.

"Ok," Al said before standing up.

Ed, however, stayed sitting. His golden eyes were curious as they stared at his sister. Myra had been pretty composed ever since their mother's funeral. Almost like it didn't faze her as much as it did he and Al. Instead of mourning with them, Myra stepped up and took on so much responsibility.

It confused Edward until one night when she had tucked himself and Al into bed. Ed had gotten up to use the bathroom. He had heard a noise coming from Myra's room and as he got closer, he realized she was crying. It was then that he realized that she was suffering just as much as them.

Ed wasn't angry at Myra. If anything, he was worried for her.

"You coming, Ed?" She held out a hand to him.

"Yeah, I'm coming." He took her hand and she smiled as she helped him up.

The three smiled contently as they went to eat their stew.

Slowly, Myra lifted her eyelids. She blinked away the drowsiness threatening to cloud her vision as she tried to take in her surroundings.

She was in a slouched position, leaning against the wall behind her. Her hands were above her, each one with its own casing so she couldn't use alchemy. The room was big, dark and empty.

Myra tried to sit up properly to try to figure out a way to break the casings around her hands and wrists. Thankfully they didn't take her hearing aids.

When she suddenly slumped back against the wall, Myra's eyes widened. Her body felt like lead, like it was so much heavier to move. Her mind was in a haze and she was growing weaker. She was losing her stamina. It was only a matter of time.

Pride brought her here. Myra knew that. Father doesn't want her to interfere.

He knows very well about her condition. She would last until the Promised Day, but how long after that? A few months? A couple weeks? A day?

Myra took deep breaths to calm her mind. There wasn't much she could do now but to reserve the little energy she has left and hope that Ed, Al, Winry, Mustang and everyone else were doing alright.

'Ed, Al... please be safe...'