Father

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Strange Maze, What is this place?

Hearing voices over my shoulder

Nothing's making sense at all

Wonder, Why do we race?

And everyday, we're running in circles

Such a funny way to fall

Tried to open up my eyes.

I'm hoping for a chance to make it alright

When I wake up

The dream isn't done!

I want to see your face and know I made it home!

If nothing is true!

What more can I do?

I am still painting flowers for you!

I heard everything you said!

I don't want to lose my head!

When I wake up

The dream isn't done!

I want to see your face and know I made it home!

If nothing is true!

What more can I do?

I am still painting flowers for you!

Painting Flowers- All time Low

Chapter 28- Father

Reality

I was then shot back into reality only to feel a crushing weight on my back. After hitting it that hard an hour ago, it doesn't feel to great. Plus I have my sickness, my ribs, and my arm to add on to the fun. Yay. Then I have freaking anxiety after seeing myself! Who wouldn't be a tad bit freaked out?! This isn't like looking in a mirror! "Athena! Athena!" I heard a voice call out. Under the weight I guessed it was Kaley. Wait! KALEY!? "Hey Athena where are you?!"

"Down here!" I screamed reaching my broken arm through the weight and grabbing her ankle. She screamed and jumped. I yelled in pain. "OW! Careful with that arm it's broken!"

"Ed! Somebody! Help me!" Kaley called out.

A hand then grabbed me by my bad wrist and pulled me back up. I yelled in pain and gasped for air. "Hey, I have to save a sacrifice now don't I?" A cocky voice asked.

I looked up and saw Ultimate with a smirk. In the background I could see Ed giving him a look that could kill. I growled and yanked myself out of his grasp. This of course lead to pain in my wrist. As I walked to Ed I had to fight the stinging pain in my wrist. "So where are we?"

"Dunno. Are you okay?" Ed asked.

Before I could answer someone else spoke. "This is some what surprising." It spoke. I turned my head and saw a man stepping out of the shadows. "People emerging from his stomach."

My eyes went wide at him. He looked like Hohenheim. They were identical. Was it really him or am I just dreaming things? "What the-? Hohenheim?" Ed growled.

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