"Can you see the future young one?" the old man asks me.
I shake my head, "No, sir."
He throws his hands in the air, "By the lords grace, help me! She isn't the one!'' he says, going around me in a circle.
"What do you mean I'm not the one? What are you talking about?"
"Winry Pandora Shade. Do you know who I am?" the old man asks.
I shake my head again, "No,sir."
"I am your great great great great Grandfather! Garrett said you'd be here one day..."
My head snaps up, "You knew my father?"
"Yes, of course I do! I trained him, didn't I?" the old man tells me.
"Sir, you," I struggle to find the right words, "You-um- what do you mean, trained him?"
His eyes get wide, "He's a Traveler dear! Didn't you know?"
I shake my head once again, "No, sir."
The old man laughs, "Well- I guess Garrett hasn't told you anything at all then."
"I haven't seen my father since I was thirteen. And now my mother's getting married, I need to stop her, bring her a reason. I need to find him." I tell him, looking out of the old window, watching the rain fall.
Pitter...patter...
Pitter...patter...
"Winry. You're father- I'm afraid, has made a great mistake." he says.
"And what would that be, sir?"
The old man chuckles, "He's hidden you from your rightful path for far to long. If you wish to save him from his doom with the Empire, I suggest you pick a path."
"What path?!" I yell.
"The one that calls to you every night, dear."
My eyes widen, "The door."
"Good, now tell Evangeline I wish to see her soon." he says.
"Who's Evangeline?" I ask.
He takes a step back, "Your mother dear, who else?"
"My mother's name is Kimberly Ambrose, sir." I say.
The old man sucks in a deep breath, "Oh dear lord."
That response did it. My whole life has been a lie. What about my friends? What about Kimberly Ambrose...my pretend mother, the one I've called Mommy since I can remember?
Is everything just coming back to hit me?
I might as well just be falling in reverse.
She looks...there are no words. Her clothe-less body lays stiff on a metal slab, and her head moving back and forth. I could stare at this all day, but I can't. I know it's wrong. And, she would hate me after this.
I roughly turn my head away, then I hear a groan. I snap my head to her direction. She groans again.
"Oh God...my head..." She sits up, but instantly falls down. Probably a head rush.
"Skye?" I call her name, softly. I don't want her to feel alone and frightened.
"Who's there?" Her pearly voice commands. Ever since we've been thrown in here, my love for her grew. I can physically see my love in the air, just waiting for her to inhale it.
"It's just me, Luke."
She gasps and a million things come out of her mouth,"Luke!? Are you ok? Where are we? What happened? Wheres Tristan? And Mr. Parker-"
"Just open your eyes, princess." Princess? Where the fuck did that come from? Oh well, I like it anyways.
"Shit."she curses when her eyes are open,"Luke! What the hell is going on!?"
"I don't know, Princess, but don't shout. It echos." I hold my head, trying to subside the pain tht now grows.
"Mr. Parker is staring at me."
I throw my fist against the metal bar I'm contained against,"Mr Parker!? He's there with you? Cover yourself, dear."
"Figured that out already. Thanks for your help." I could imagine her rolling her eyes.
"I'm here as a friend, not a foe. Though you do look ravishing, might I add?" Mr. Parker states.
"What do you mean friend not a foe? I'm pretty sure you're the big enemy here." She tightens her hold on herself.
He sighed,"Maybe so, but do you want to know where your friend is or not?"
"Yes, please." She begged.
"No! Skye! Don' make deals with him!" I yell. I know exactly where this is leading.
I could feel her gaze burning in my direction, though I'm 99.99% sure she can't see me"What do you want, Mr Parker?"
He sighed, like it was obvious. Well, it was for me,"Give me yourself, and you get your friend. Oh, and I'll let you go.