![]() What if she were stuck here forever? Fear gripped her and the dam broke. What would happen if no one found her, she wondered. "Papa!" she cried out as loudly as she could. It took all her strength to twist her upper body around far enough to see the houses on the outskirts of town, dim through the dust. A sob caught in her throat, and she hiccupped. ![]() She tried to crawl out from under the cart, but only managed to scrape her arms. She looked up, longing to cry, but forcing herself to stay quiet. Like so many times before, she had run up and grabbed the cart, but this time, it toppled. She had been playing, drawing pictures on the ground with a stick. Her eyes shone clear and bright above peach-colored lips, and her brown hair was bound in two pigtails that reached to her shoulders, framing a face that would be cute if only she were smiling.īut her cheeks trembled and her eyes glistened, betraying the tears she fought so hard to hold back.Īn iron cart lay on its side, on her legs. On a dry edge of it, a girl of seven, perhaps eight, lay flat upon the ground. IT WAS A WASTELAND the color of yellow mud. After reading FullMetal Alchemist Volume 3 I saw something at the end so it's been a while since I did something special for the club so here it is Also Special Events are rare time events that happen once in a great while
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