(A/N: To the Guest who commented on chapter 10 saying they wanted to make a movie out of this fic; That makes me so incredibly happy and I'm so glad that you think highly of this fic 3 I would love to see it when it's finished!)
"So, do you think you can do it?" Mustang asked May. Myra stood in front of her, already surrounded by five of May's kunai.
May nodded determinedly. "It may not be permanent, but I can temporarily ease most of your physical symptoms." She said to Myra. "Metaphysical healing practices is how a portion of how Eastern Alchemy was created, after all."
"How long will it last?" Myra asked.
"About an hour at best if I put my full power into it." May responded.
"One hour? That's plenty of time." A smirk edging its way onto Myra's lips. "I'm ready when you are."
May nodded, then turned to the others. "Before I start, I need everyone to stand back a bit." Mustang, Hawkeye, Armstrong, Olivier and everyone else present did as asked, taking a few steps backwards to make room for her to work.
"Are you sure about this, Myra?" Olivier asked the girl.
"It can't be any worse than what I'm prepared for." She answered.
"Ready, Myra?" May asked, eyes full of focus. The said girl nodded.
May placed her hands on the ground, activating the alchemy circle around Myra. The familiar blue light illuminated off of her. She stared in wonder as she began feeling a difference almost immediately. The blue light continued to crackle around her for a few moments.
The individuals present stared in awe.
When the glowing stopped, Myra looked down at her hands, opening and closing them a few times. Her body felt lighter than it has in weeks. Her head was clear and focused. Myra felt ready to join the fight.
"Did it work?" Izumi asked from the sidelines.
Myra looked up at May and smiled. "Thank you. This feels a lot better than before."
"Oh it's no problem for Alphonse's sister!" May gave a wide smile. But it turned serious when she said, "Still, you shouldn't overdo it. If you do, my treatment won't even last an hour."
"I understand." Myra nodded.
"Ok, now that that's been taken care of," Mustang began. "For those of you who are going to help fight the homunculi father: do you remember the plan?" He addressed the group.
In response, he received several sounds of solidarity.
"Good. Then I don't need to repeat myself." He said. "Let's begin."
May, Izumi and the others who were well enough to fight went ahead to join the battle first. May was desperate to get back to the others; they all were. Mustang and Hawkeye stayed behind for a bit before leaving to join them on the battlefield.
As soon as the first group left, Myra turned to the whoever was left. "I should get into position too."
She started to leave, but halted in her tracks when Olivier called out to her.
"Listen here, Elric! You better not do anything pathetic like letting yourself get killed! Keep fighting, because there are people who don't want to lose you for a second time!"
Myra turned her head to look at the Major General. Olivier's eyes burned with authority and... unwavering faith in them.
Pictures of Ed, Al and Hohenheim flashed through her mind. As well as Oscar, Alice, Gracia, Elicia and all the friends she's made along her journey.
Myra smiled, "Major General, there is no way in hell I'm letting myself die because of that knowledge-obsessed dwarf. I'll make sure that he goes back to where he belongs."
In that moment, Myra could've sworn she saw Olivier's eyes soften in the slightest.
With one last glance, Myra ran ahead to get in her position. It's been so long since she was last able to move freely without her legs feeling like lead. Or to be able to run fast without feeling any physical pain. Myra felt a wave of bliss just to be able to feel... normal again - even if it is only temporary. For the first time in what feels like forever, she's able to fight alongside the people she cares about most.
Minutes passed and Myra was in her given position, hidden from sight from anyone and everyone around.
"I can't tell how much to throttle the flames." She heard Mustang say.
"You don't have to throttle them. Range 50! No, 53!" Hawkeye took on the job of being Mustang's eyes on the battlefield so he could still fight. Hawkeye, herself, wasn't in a good enough physical condition to fight, despite what she said earlier. But together, they made a powerful team.
"This clapping transmutation doesn't feel natural." Mustang complained, snapping his fingers and sending a huge blast towards Father. Unfortunately, he redirected the attack towards them.
Myra took that as her cue, stepping out from her hiding place, she clapped, then slammed her hands to the ground.
A small blue light crackled and traveled in a straight line until it was in front of the Colonel and 2nd lieutenant. A giant wall came up from the ground, protecting the two from the blast just in time.
When the flames passed, Hawkeye turned to Myra and gave her a relieved nod in thanks.
The female Elric then rushed towards Father. "Keep attacking! Don't give him any opportunities to fight back!"
Myra used her speed to her advantage, launching long range attacks with alchemy then moving to his blind spot to get in a short-ranged attack. Major Armstrong, Lan Fan and someone who used to be one of Kimblee's men followed her lead. It didn't work, however, when Father activated a temporary force field around him, blocking their attacks.
"Myra!" Ed yelled. "What the hell are you doing here when you're—?!"
"May used her alkahestry on me so I'm temporarily back to health!" Myra explained the her situation as briefly as she could.
Ed looked to May for confirmation.
Al was on the ground, his blood rune exposed. "What?" He asked in disbelief, turning his head to look at May who stood next him. She nodded with a smile, proud of her work.
Ed tried to find the right words, but only incoherent mumblings came out of his mouth. "Just don't overdo it!" He finally managed to say.
"I should be telling you two that!" Myra told her brothers.
Everyone kept attacking, until a large gust of wind forced each person to temporarily halt their attacks to hold their ground.
"None of our attacks have had an effect," Armstrong said, astonished. "We need to find a way through his defenses!"
The many soldiers who came to help were in a panic, despite doing their best to lend support.
That's when Greed showed up, trying to take on Father as well. Ed shouted his name, also going in for an attack.
Everyone began their attacks again, sending pillars from the ground and walls crashing into the enemy. A variety of short, mid and long-ranged attacks were tested and put together against the homunculi father by Myra and the others.
Father released some of his incredible power, with energy so powerful it sent everyone flying back. Ed's automail arm was shattered during the attack while Myra's left shoulder took the blow as she was tossed into a wall.
She stood her ground. But when Myra moved her hands to make a clapping motion, she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from crying out. Her right hand moved to grasp her upper left arm.
It's been dislocated. She knew that much. It would be extremely difficult to use alchemy now.
Despite being thrown back, Ed shouted to the group, "Don't give up yet!" As he tried to send a kick towards Father. Izumi tried to elbow him, Armstrong sent several punches his way and Myra tried to give a powerful uppercut, being careful to involve her left shoulder in little to no movement. They proceeded to attack him relentlessly, but absolutely none of their attacks were having an effect.
When he finally let down his shield, Ed tried to give another kick, but Father held up his arm to block it, then pushed him away towards Al.
Myra kicked a cloud of dust in the air to conceal herself. Her right hand formed a fist ready to strike. Father, despite the dust, effortlessly grabbed her fist, throwing her to the side as well. Myra reacted fast enough to not land on her dislocated shoulder, but the force of being tossed back still caused some pain.
It was then that Father suddenly clutched his head in agony. He began screaming as the red light of his powers emitted off of him.
"He's losing control!" Hohenheim told them. "He can't control his powers anymore!"
Father continued to scream, the power emitting off him grew bigger as he knelt to the ground. An ear-piercing scream rung through Myra's ears. His power was about to explode, she realized that.
Her eyes darted to the side. Her right hand gripped her upper arm again as she started running.
Time seemed to move in slow motion. Father's power was released in massive amounts of energy that knocked everyone off their feet.
The bright red light illuminated the field momentarily and a huge dust cloud was created.
His power is truly immense.
When the dust began to clear, several people lay on the ground unconscious, but one person stood out above the rest.
Ed's golden eyes were wide with immense shock. He tried to speak but was at a loss for words.
"N-No..." Al's voice shook and if he had a body, he knew he would be on the brink of tears.
Myra stood directly in front of them. Two sharp objects sticking out from her stomach. One was supposed to hit Ed. The other was supposed to hit Al's rune. And Myra took them both. One lodged in her liver, the other in her kidney. Two vital spots.
Blood slowly trickled down her face, but she ignored it and the pain she felt to pull out the objects piercing her insides. She collapsed at the same time both bloodied objects hit the ground.
Ed recovered from his shock quickly enough to catch her. Ed on one side of her, Al on the other.
"Someone, please! Get a doctor!" Al yelled and Ed fussed to stop the bleeding.
Al looked to May, "May," he said. But the girl merely shook her head in apology, she was unable to do anything in the situation.
"Al, Ed," Myra weakly said. "I-It's no use. Two vital spots were... hit."
"Idiot! Why'd you even do something like that?!" Ed yelled, his voice strained as he refused to cry.
"That was reckless!" Al joined in. "We could've stopped it ourselves!"
"Could you?" Myra asked and both boys were silent. "I did it because you're my brothers. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you in your darkest times. I wasn't able to protect you, and I've regretted that from the moment I found out." Myra smiled the best she could, but that only brought tears to Ed's eyes and left Al speechless. Myra felt both of her hands being squeezed.
Blood slowly began to pool around her.
"Myra!" Hohenheim said frantically as he scrambled from the ground to run towards his three kids.
He sat next to Ed, staring at his daughter with a crestfallen face. He wasn't there when his wife died, but was he really going to witness his daughter's death?
The three males were thinking the same thing; first Trisha, now Myra.
"You still had time!" Ed said. "You were supposed to make it until after the Promised Day. You..." Ed trailed off when he realized how pale Myra was becoming.
Izumi, Armstrong and others who have regained consciousness watched from afar with their own crestfallen faces, wanting to give the family space.
"Ed... Al..." Myra struggled to say.
"Don't speak! Save your strength." Ed pleaded, hit fist clenched in his lap and his eyes shut tight in frustrations.
"We lost you once, we're not going to lose you again!" Al blurted.
"I'm glad I got to see you two again." Ed snapped his eyes open to look at his sister. "And I was finally able to protect you." And despite the pain, Myra managed to give them a bright smile.
Al let out a whimper and gentle tears began to roll down Ed's cheeks.
Myra's eyes shifted to Hohenheim. "And I'm so glad that I got to see you again too, Dad."
"Myra... I'm so sorry." Hohenheim was at a loss for words as he tried – but failed— to hide his emotions. Tears began to fill his eyes, but he refused to cry in front of his kids. He should at least try to be strong for them now. He failed to be a part of most of their lives. If he had not have left then maybe Myra would've never been kidnapped and forced to endure the hardships that she went through.
Trisha was the love of his life. He loved her more than anything. Together they had three beautiful children. But Trisha is dead, and now one of his children, his only daughter, will be joining her in the afterlife.
The mere thought shattered his heart all over again.
"I should've been there. Maybe if I didn't leave—"
"It's not your fault you left... Dad. You did what you had to do for yourself and us." Her voice was quiet, but so sincere.
Myra began to see blurry spots in her vision and her eyelids began to droop.
"Don't you dare close your eyes, My!" Ed demanded after a sob managed to escape him.
Myra tried to speak, but found it difficult to move her lips. Her body felt very cold from the loss of blood. The only warmth she felt was from Ed and Al still holding onto her hands and the pool of her own blood that surrounded her.
"She's losing too much blood!" Hohenheim told them.
"A stone! A Philosopher's Stone!" Myra heard Father's crazed voice in the distance.
"Edward, Alphonse, go. I'll take care of her." Hohenheim told Ed sternly.
Myra couldn't make out what they were saying next. All she knew was that Ed was arguing with him.
Her eyes began to droop and she heard Al say something to her.
She then heard several voices telling her to keep her eyes open. But no matter how hard she tried, it proved to be extremely difficult. The grips on her hands tightened, but it was no use.
Myra soon gave in to the darkness.
(A/N: Aaaand the next chapter will be the last!)