Demigods, Wizards, and Alchemists

Visitors and Validation

"blah blah"- Speaking Greek (or a dream)

"blah blah"- Speaking Amestrian

'blah blah'- Thinking

*<*<*>*>* - Begin/end flashback

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Edward

"How mad can she be, really?" Ed asked, shifting on his hospital bed. "It wasn't my fault, after all. It was an accident. It could have happened to anyone. Besides, the damage isn't even that bad!"

Alphonse sighed. "We've been over this, Brother. Winry doesn't care whose fault it was, or how bad the damage is. You should be worrying about what she's going to throw at your head instead."

Ed groaned. "C'mon Al, be a little more optimistic! Maybe she'll be so excited about being here again that she won't be mad!"

"Winry?" Al asked skeptically. "I wouldn't count on it."

"Well, I guess I'll find out soon enough," Ed said with a sigh.

A moment passed in silence before Ed hesitantly spoke. "Hey, Al," he began. "Do you...do you remember me sending you a letter last year, about a girl named Susan White?"

Al looked up, surprised. "Yeah, I remember," he said softly. "She died in that awful accident. You were really upset about it."

Ed frowned. "Accident, right," he muttered.

"Is something wrong?" Al asked, puzzled.

Ed shook his head. 'So Al doesn't remember then. Maybe I hit my head too hard or something, or I'm going crazy.' Ed tightened his grip on the sheets. 'No. I remember. But why is it only me? Why is everyone else so convinced that her death - and Luna's - was accidental? And even my letter to Al was affected? Just how powerful was the spell that changed everyone's memories?'

"Brother?"

Ed jumped, Al's voice returning him to the present. "Yeah? What is it?"

"Nothing," Al said hesitantly. "You had a funny look on your face, that's all."

Ed waved his hand dismissively. "It's nothing," he said. "Just thinking about something."

'Maybe Nico has something to do with it,' Ed thought. 'At the very least, maybe he knows something.'

"Edward!" A blaze of fury slammed the door open, and Ed barely registered the blur of metal before it collided with his skull.

"Ow! Winry! I have a concussion!"

"And whose fault is that, Alchemy Freak?! What did you do this time?" Winry gripped her wrench tighter and glared down at him.

"Ms. Rockbell," Professor McGonagall interrupted, stepping up behind her. "I would kindly ask that you refrain from causing Mr. Elric any further harm. Madame Pomfrey would be most displeased."

Ed looked up in surprise. "You're speaking Amestrian?" He asked, puzzled.

"Merely a temporary translation spell," Professor McGonagall clarified. "If Ms. Rockbell is planning on an extended stay then I should administer her one as well."