Story: Prince of Amestris

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Ch. 1: Deliver Us

The sun beat down on the people of Amestris, as the slaves were hard at work, building temples for their leader, Fuhrer King Bradley.

King Bradley was also a Homunculus known as Pride, which could explain why he was such a jerk to everyone.

The slaves are treated very badly, being forced to lift heavy bags and push huge stone blocks to build the temples. So, to raise their spirits, they try to sing a cry of help to God, though they’re sure he’s not listening.

Mud

Sand

As they sing, they work in the mud and sand, while the guards watch on.

The soldiers throw buckets of water onto the slaves, and they continue singing, obviously not caring that their clothes were drenched. Not that it really mattered, seeing as they just wore rags, but still...

Water

Straw

A whip, held by a man known as Frank Archer, cuts through the airs, smashing against the backs of a couple of slaves.

The victims of the whip yelp in pain, as Archer screams at them.

“Faster!”

Not wanting to feel the sting of the whip again, everyone starts working even faster to build the temples. However, the heat of the sun is making it hard to move, and so they are whipped again. Despite their pain, they continue to sing.

Mud...and lift!

Sand...and pull!

Water...and raise up!

Straw

“Faster!”

As Kimblee shouts, he turns the ground around him into a bomb, knocking over several slaves, who moan as they get to their feet.

He did have a whip, but he just didn’t feel like using it. Blowing things up was much better, in his opinion.

With the sting of the whip on my shoulder

With the salt of my sweat on my brow

Elohim, God on high

Can you hear your people cry?

Help us now

This dark hour

Several of the slaves walk past, carrying huge bags of sand for some reason or another. I don’t really know why, seeing as there’s plenty of sand all around them...

Deliver us!

Hear our call

Deliver us!

Lord of all, remember us

Here in this burning sand

A young boy named Alphonse collapses, and his older brother, Edward pulls him to his feet.

However, as soon as both brothers are standing, Kimblee shoves them, like the jerk that he is.

Deliver us

There’s a land you promised us

Deliver us

To the promised land

In the small village where Pride’s slaves were kept, soldiers ran through the stone houses.

There had been an order for all newborn children to be killed.

In one house, a young woman with brown skin, red eyes, and pink hair sings, holding her baby son in her arms as her two older children, Rose and Alexander, watch on.

The woman, Tamine, sings softly to the baby.

Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach (My good tender son)

Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad (Don’t be frightened and don’t be scared)

The baby, a boy with the same brown skin and red eyes as his mother, but dark brown hair, stares up at Tamine, cooing softly. There is also an X-shaped scar over his face, from an unknown accident.

My son, I have nothing I can give

But this chance that you may live

I pray we’ll meet again

If He will deliver us

Tamine hears a scream coming from the next house, and she knows that the guards are coming to kill her baby.

So she wraps him in a red blanket and tells Rose to grab a basket before running out the back door, so not to be seen by the soldiers. Her older children follow suit, Rose carrying the basket.

They run through the village, being careful not to be seen.

Deliver us

Hear our prayer

Deliver us from despair

These years of slavery grow

Too cruel to stand

Deliver us

There’s a land you promised us

Deliver us

Out of bondage and

Deliver us

To the promised land

After running for a while, Tamine and her children reach the edge of the river.

Tamine tells Rose to put the basket on the ground, before turning her attention to her youngest son.

Her eyes fill with tears as she places him in the basket, softly singing to him.

“Hush now, my baby

Be still love, don’t cry

Sleep as you’re rocked by the stream

Sleep and remember, my lullaby

And I’ll be with you, when you dream”

The baby slowly falls asleep, releasing his firm grip on her fingers. She kisses his forehead, before hiding him beneath the basket’s cover.

She prays for her son’s safety as she lowers the basket into the river, tears streaming down her face.

“River, oh river, flow gently for me

Such precious cargo you bear

Do you know somewhere

He can live free?

River, deliver him there”

As her mother and Alexander head home, Rose follows the basket down the river, watching in horror as it is thrown about by the creatures of the river and the oars of the Fuhrer’s boats.

At last, the basket floats through gossamer curtains and into what appears to be a form of pool house.

Standing on the stairs which lead into the water, are Queen Dante, a woman with short black hair, fair skin, and dark violet eyes, and her young son, Envy, who had the same fair skin and violet eyes, but with wild green hair. He was also wearing what appeared to be a mini-skirt for some reason, not really sure why though.

Dante was playing with Envy, handing him a flower floating on the water, when she notices the basket. Placing her son next to her maid, Trisha, she lifted the cover of the basket, and smiled.

Rose, watching from behind another set of curtains, sighs in relief that her baby brother is safe.

“Brother, you’re safe now

And safe may you stay

For I have a prayer just for you”

Rose slowly begins to wade away, being careful not to stir the water too much, as Dante lifts the baby out of the basket, kissing his forehead.

“Grow baby brother

Come back someday

Come and deliver us too”

Dante walked up the stairs, with the baby in her arms.

Suddenly she noticed Sloth and Trisha were both staring at the child disapprovingly. In return, she gave them a look that clearly said, ‘I’ll adopt him if I damn well want to’ and they bowed their heads.

Envy held up his hands, and cried, “Mommy!”.

When Dante didn’t listen, he pulled on her dress, trying to get her attention, before deciding to follow her. Dante smiled down at her biological son, still holding the baby close to her body.

“Come, Envy. We will show Pride your know baby brother- Scar” she said, gently pressing on the baby, Scar’s, nose.

Deliver us

Send a shepard to shepard us

And deliver us

To the promised land

Somewhere, Tamine sings softly to herself, as Rose and Alexander fall asleep, heads on her lap.

“Deliver us”

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Ch. 2: The Chariot Race

Eighteen years have passed since the last chapter, I mean, since Dante found the baby abandoned in a basket on the river.

The baby, named Scar because of the X-shaped marking on his face, was raised thinking that he was a prince. And thus, he had all sorts of luxuries, including servants, access to any part of the country, and most importantly...

HOLY CRAP!

That jerk almost ran me over...Gonna have me a little payback later on I think...

Oh, sorry about that.

Well, Scar and his older brother Envy were having a chariot race. They were having a wonderful time just going through the streets, running other people off the roads, and running over poor cats that didn’t get out of the way in time. As they passed a wall with paintings on it, Scar caught up to Envy, smiling mischievously.

“Hey, Envy!” he yells, turning his head to look at his brother...and running over a chicken in the process, “How would you like to have your face carved on a wall?”

Envy also turns to face his little brother...sure hope whoever owns these chickens has some extras...and smirks.

“Someday, yes”.

Suddenly Scar got a look of pure evil on his face, before screaming, “How about now?” and ramming his chariot into Envy’s causing it to scrape against the wall. Eventually Envy manages to push Scar away, though not before having a date with Mr. Wall.

He glared at his brother, once again taking his eyes off the road. Seriously...who gave these guys licences?

“You almost killed me” he growls causing Scar to laugh in delight.

“Oh, come on” he teases, this time keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him, “Where’s your sense of fun?”

Envy just shakes his head as the two of them continued to race through the city. Suddenly Scar pulls on his reins, causing his horses, who shall now be called Frank and Bob, to screech to a stop. If he thought that was going to help him get ahead in the race, he’s very mistaken, for Envy just ran forward, not even caring that his brother had stopped.

However, he eventually realizes that Scar is no longer following him.

Yeah, like ten minutes later. Loving brothers my ass...

Well, anyway...Realizing that Scar is no longer behind him, Envy pauses, worried about the well-being of his little brother.

“Scar?” he calls, until he hears the sounds of hoofs coming from his right.

He ducks just in time to have Frank, Bob, and Scar’s chariot go flying over his head. Envy laughs and follows after Scar, wanting to get in front of his brother again.

They race into the main part of Central City, running over even more chickens in the process. Two old people play chess until Scar and Envy race past, causing all the pieces to go flying to the ground. After tormenting the poor old chess players, Scar and Envy split up, with Envy going up onto a ledge and Scar staying on the ground.

“Admit it, Scar! You’ve always looked up to me!” Envy cries from above, causing Scar to look up.

The younger of the brothers laughs as he sees up Envy’s skort...An image I didn’t need to see...and remarks, “Yes, but it’s not much of a view!”.

Suddenly, Envy is in front of Scar, thanks to the magic that is gravity! The brothers race through the city once again, resulting in the deaths of many chickens and many angry citizens throwing tomatoes at them. Thankfully neither of these interrupt the race, as Scar and Envy simply go on their merry way.

At one point, Envy decides to act like a total prick and shouts, “Second born, second place!” while racing in front of Scar.

“Not for long!” Scar comments back to his elder brother, following after him.

They race onto a bunch of wooden platforms which the slaves are using to build a statue of the Fuhrer. The work is going fine until Scar “accidently” bumps into a ladder, causing Kimblee to loose his balance and paint a mustache on the statue. Which...really just made it look more like Pride, so I don’t see what the big deal was...Oh yeah...When Scar bumped into the ladder, he also broken the platform that held at least a ton of bricks, which prompt came crashing down, and broken Statue!Pride’s nose off. The huge slab of rock crashes into the wooden planks, causing them to break instantly. Not wanting to be crushed, the two princes race down the planks as though their lives depend on it...Which they did.

Scar gets Frank and Bob to jump off the last platform, just before the nose slams down upon it.

The brothers race a bit further, stopping on the edge of the huge pile of sand that just happened to be there. They chuckle at each other, until they hear a cracking sound coming from beneath their chariots. Suddenly, the wood that kept the sand in a neat pile snaps, causing about fifty million tons of sand to ran down, taking Scar and Envy with it.

At the bottom of the hill of sand, Gluttony turns and notices the onslaught of sand. He taps on Barry the Chopper’s bony shoulder. The butcher/advisor turns to face his partner questioningly, until he also notices the sand coming towards them. Not wanting to get killed, Barry and Gluttony shove through some generic priest, trying to get out of the way.

However, because I don’t like them, they got a bunch of sand dumped on them anyway.

Scar and Envy, of course, just laugh as they ride the sand towards the palace.

“You don’t think we’ll get in trouble for this, do you?” Envy asks Scar who simply laughs and replies.

“No. Not a chance”.

Wrong!

Back in the throne room, Pride is having a “chat” with his sons, with Dante and the two high priests, Gluttony and Barry, also in the room.

“Why do the Gods torment me with such reckless, destructive, and blasphemous sons?” he growls, glaring at his sons with his good eye.

Envy, not wanting to see Pride too upset, tries to speak, until Pride raises his hand.

“Be still, Fuhrer speaks” he says to everyone in the room. I seek to build an empire, and your only thoughts are to amuse yourselves by tearing it down? Not only that, but you only ran over twelve chickens on your way over here! Have I taught you nothing?!”

Gluttony and Barry decide to take a chance to suck-up to the Fuhrer.

“Your majesty, you mustn’t be so hard on yourself” Barry says soothingly, touching Pride’s shoulder. “You’re an excellent teacher”.

Gluttony nods, before glaring at Scar and Envy, hissing, “It is not your fault your sons learned nothing”.

Barry shakes his head, remarking that the princes had learned about blasphemy. The fat guy nodded and the two priest walked away, leaving the royal family alone.

“Father, the fault is mine” Scar admits, stepping forward. “I goaded Envy on, and so I am responsible”.

Pride seems to consider this, before turning to face his eldest son. “Responsible...Do you know the meaning of this word, Envy?” he asks the green-haired young man, who nods in response. “And do you understand the task from which birth has been destined upon you? When I pass into the next world, you will be the morning and the evening star”.

Envy, starting to get annoyed with the lecture, tries to reason with his father. “One damaged temple will not unto centuries of tradition” he remarks, until Pride whips out his sword, shaking it in Envy’s face.

“But one weak link can break the chain of a mighty dynasty!” the Fuhrer shouts, causing Envy to look down in shame...Either that or he found a penny...Yeah, it was a penny.

Dante places a hand on her husband’s shoulders, her eyes fixated on Envy, who now looks very upset. Noticing the look on his son’s face, Pride sighs, telling the boys that they can leave.

“Father...” Envy was about to say something until Dante stops him. The palm-tree-like man turns around, leaving the room in a huff.

Scar watches Envy leave, walking up to Pride once his brother’s gone.

“Father, you know it was really my fault” the dark-skinned youth tells his father. “Must you be so hard on him?”

Pride sighs, turning back to Scar. “Scar, you will never have to carry a burden like the crown I will pas to Envy. Not that I actually will be passing him a crown, but you know what I...I mean, he must not allow himself to be led astray”. He places a hand on Scar’s shoulder before continuing. “Not even by you, my son”.

“All he wants, is your approval” Scar pleads with Pride as he walks away.

“Perhaps...maybe so” Pride remarks, before smiling warmly at his younger son. “Go on, now. I shall see you both tonight”. Scar nods and walks off, looking for Envy.

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Ch. 3: A New Regent

A few hours after Pride had spoken to Scar and Envy, the younger of the two brothers whistles to himself as he sews a burlap sack. He’s a regular Marta Stewart, that one.

Meanwhile, Envy is sitting on the arms of a huge statue, angsting more than Harry Potter during Order of the Phoenix. Nix that. There’s no way anyone could angst more than Harry Potter during that book. But, yeah. He was doing some heavy angsting.

“Well, that went well” Scar says casually, examining the stitch he had just made.

Envy, however, would have nothing to do with it. “Just go away”.

The dark skinned brother shrugs his muscular shoulders, apparently trying to show off his amazingly awesome physique. Amazing what lifting two ounce wooden dumbbells will do, eh?

“Could’ve been worse”.

“The weak link in the chain” Envy whispers harshly, raising his voice to talk to his little brother. “That’s what he called me”.

Scar rolls his eyes and looks up at his brother. “No, he called you his little cuppy-cake” he tells Envy sarcastically, gulping as a bolt of lighting strikes dangerously close to his feet. “Ummm, I mean...Well, you are rather pathetic” he corrects, smiling nervously at the sky.

Divine Intervention. It’s one of the many perks of my job.

“Irresponsible. Ignorant of the traditions. He practically accused me of bringing down the dynasty” his older brother remarks from the arm of the statue.

Scar laughs and begins to list some disasters that could happen to Amestris. “Yeah, I can see it now” he chuckles, throwing his arm out in a needlessly dramatic fashion. “There go the...nonexistent...pyramids!”

Envy growls at his brother as he jumps off the statue. And how didn’t he break his leg? That was a freakin’ fifteen foot fall for LittleKuriboh’s sake!

“You can laugh about it!” he tells his brother accusingly.

Scar, of course, just pulled the famous little-brother card and completely ignored his brother’s words. “Statues crumpling. The Arakawa drying up” Scar says, filling the bag up with wine and tying it to make a balloon-like device. “Single handedly, you will manage to bring the greatest kingdom on Earth to ruin. Even though we technically aren’t on Earth, but for the sake of the story...”. A sudden crack of thunder is all it takes for Scar to get back on task.

“Tell me this, Scar. Why is it every time you start something...I’m the one who ends up in trouble?” Envy questions, walking over to where Scar is holding his wine-balloon over the edge of the balcony.

Scar pulls out another little-brother card and ignores Envy as he drops the sack of wine onto Gluttony and Barry, ducking down as they look up.

“Envy!” Barry shouts scoldingly, “You’re in trouble young man!”

“Envy, get down here! I think you owe us an apology...Oh my new thing!” Gluttony whines, causing Envy to grimace. He was screwed once again, because of those two blowhards.

Suddenly, Scar showed up with a new bucket of wine...Tells you something about the people who live in this palace, don’t it?

“You might as well” he tells Envy, and helps his brother dump the contents of the bucket onto the priests, who scream in horror.

And who can blame them? Wine stains are a bitch to get out.

“Hey, I figured it out” Scar says, like he’d discovered something that was very important. “You know what your problem is, Envy? You care too much”.

Envy chuckles and ruffles Scar’s hair, saying, “And your problem is: you don’t care at all”.

“Oh, well in that case...I guess you care a lot more than I do that we’re...going to be late to the banquet?”

Envy pauses, looking like he was ready to go back into angst-mode at any given moment.


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A few moments later, Scar gently pushes Envy down the stairs, as Sloth fusses over them, trying to fix their hair.

Sloth...that basically would be like single handedly moving the moon. It’s freaking impossible!

Meanwhile, Envy is just going on his merry way, angsting the whole way down the stairs.

“I’m done for! Pride will kill me!”

Scar just rolls his eyes and says, “So what? You’ll just come back to life, won’t you?”

Does this guy need another lightning bolt?

“I mean, don’t worry” Scar says, pushing Sloth out of the way, “I’m sure no one will see us come in”.

Just then, Prince Palm-Tree and his brother, Prince Irony, step through the curtains, where Pride, Dante, and all of Amestris is waiting for them.

“No one will even notice” Envy growls sarcastically as Scar chuckles nervously.

Thankfully, they were saved from pure humiliation by Dante. “Ah, the young princes” she says, embracing her sons, before hissing into Envy’s ear. “Envy, you were just declared prince regent. You are now responsible for overseeing all the temples”. Yeah, all two of them. “I’d suggest you get over there, and thank your father”.

Envy smiles in shock, walking over to do as he was told. While he did that, Dante turned to her youngest son.

“Apparently, Scar...someone thought he...just needed the opportunity”.

Scar smiles and goes over to Pride and Envy. “My Lord, Fuhrer, I suggest the high priest pay a tribute to their new regent” Scar suggests to his adoptive father who smiles sweetly.

“Excellent idea” Pride comments, looking to Gluttony and Barry, who were drinking some wine. “Gluttony! Barry!”

The fat guy and the butcher spit out their wine, soaking the chickens that were on the table in front of them.

“Barry” Gluttony says, leaning closer to Barry, who looks at him questioningly. “Go get boobs. I mean, the Homunculus girl”.

“That’s a great idea” Barry remarks, running off.

I can only hope he doesn’t do the first suggestion.

While Barry runs off to do that task, Gluttony decides to use his Divine-Interventioned powers to do a fancy magic trick.

“By the power of Ra, we present to you, an image of delectation and delight” he says, bringing up a thick smokescreen. “An exotic apparition, stolen from a far away land”.

Gluttony reveals a curtain, which he promptly pulls down, revealing a young woman with pale skin, violet cat-slit eyes, and wavy black hair. Oh, and she also has ridiculously huge breasts, and a very skanky outfit. Her name is Lust, which should give you a hint to her personality.

Everyone stares at her in awe. Well, actually, a lot of the men quickly leave to go to the bathroom. I’ll leave what they’re going to do to your imaginations.

“We offer you this delicate desert flower” Barry says, pulling the rope that was tied around Lust’s wrists, causing her to walk towards the princes.

Lust glares at Scar and Envy, as the eldest brother walked up to her. He smirks at her.

“Let us inspect this...desert flower” Envy comments, taking Lust’s chin and making her look at him. However Lust quickly uses her razor sharp nails of pure pwnage to almost stab Envy in the head.

Thankfully, he moves out of the way, staring at her angrily as he says, “More like a desert cobra”.

Which, doesn’t make sense, cause cobras don’t have claws.

Chuckling Scar speaks to his brother. “Not much of a snake charmer, are you?”

Envy smirks evilly and looks at Scar.

“That’s why I...give her to you” he tells his little brother, pushing him towards Lust, who has retracted her nails to their normal length.

“No, no, no. That’s very generous of you” Scar says, trying to get away from Lust. Obviously, he had a brain, unlike most of the people in this country.

“I won’t be given to anyone! Especially an arrogant pampered palace brat!” Lust snaps, narrowing her eyes at Scar, who was a little taken aback by her tone of voice.

Envy smiles deviously and looks at Scar.

“Are you going to let her talk to you like that?”

Scar laughs softly at his brother, but enters badass mode as he speaks to the Homunculus woman. “You will show the proper respect for a prince of Amestris” he tells her, like he’s scolding his dog.

“But I am showing you the respect you deserve. None!” Lust snaps as she pulls the rope out of Barry’s hands, trying to use it as a whip. Some guards try to stop her, but Scar raises his hand and they stop. He grabs onto the rope and tries to get Lust to calm down.

“Be still” he orders, holding on tightly.

But Lust wasn’t going to have anything to do with it.

“Let go!” she screams, pulling on the rope again. “Untie this rope! I demand to be set free!”

“Be still!” Scar commands again, having a harder time holding onto the rope.

“Let me go!” she shouts again and Scar smirks slightly at her request.

“As you wish” he says in a voice just above a whisper, before letting go of the rope. And because of a little thing called physics, Lust goes tumbling backwards into a small pond that just happened to be there...inside the building...Yeah.

Well, a lot of people laugh, including Scar, until he turns and sees Dante. His mother frowns and looks down, ashamed of her younger son.

Envy laughs the hardest of all as he speaks to Sloth, who tries to help Lust to her feet.

“You there” he says, addressing Sloth. “Have her dried up, and sent to Prince Scar’s chamber”.

And what do you think they’ll be doing up their? Wink wink, nudge nudge?

Once Sloth and Lust were out of earshot, Envy glances at Pride before speaking again.

“If it pleases you, Pride, my first act as regent is to appoint Scar” he pulls a ring off his finger and places it on Scar’s. “As royal chief architect”.

As everyone else cheers, Scar can only stare at the ring on his finger. Then, he looks at Lust, who is glaring at him from under her towel as Sloth leads her out of the room. Scar sighs, knowing that he’ll have to apologize to her.

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Too friggin' awesome xD
If Scar actually acted like that..

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Ch. 4: All I Ever Wanted

Later that night, Scar was feeling guilty about what he had done to Lust, so he decides to go up to his room and apologize.

If this movie wasn’t rated PG-13, he’d totally be raping her, but since it is rated PG-13, he’s gonna apologize. Don’t like it? Well, screw you. You don’t have to read this story if you just want to see Lust get raped by Scar.

Anyway, he went up to his room to apologize to her, you know, for letting gravity make her fall into a pond.

He walks to his bed, where Lust is sitting behind the curtain.

She’s very still for some reason...Maybe she’s dead.

Well, if she was dead, then Scar obviously didn’t care, cause he just went on with his own business.

“Right” he mutters, pulling back the curtain to reveal...Madonna?

Seriously, what the hell? Is someone using Divine Intervention besides me?

Scar, obviously not giving a damn about the singer in his bed, notices a rope of bed-sheets hanging from the window.

Running to the window, he spots Lust with Rupert the Camel. Rupert was making noise, so Lust shushes him. And by shushing, I meant she threatened to stab him through the pancreas. Do camels even have pancreases? I’m not sure, I’m not a freakin’ veterinarian.

Scar climbs out the window, like the creepy stalker that he is, and just happens to see Manga! Sloth and Manga! Pride acting as guards.

Wait...Manga! Pride has the body of a ten year old! How the hell is he a guard?

Oh well, who am I to question the wisdom of...me?

Well, they were heading towards Lust, which of course was bad, cause if they caught her, the story couldn’t go on.

“Guards!” Scar yells, causing all three of the other people in the area to freeze, each for a different reason.

Manga! Sloth and Manga! Pride walk over to Scar, asking what he wants. It takes Scar a moment before he responds.

“There’s a strange person tied up in my room”.

A moment of awkward silence, in which the guards are probably thinking ‘And we have to care because?’.

Scar gets pissed and says, “Well, look into it!”.

Manga! Sloth and Manga! Pride hurry off to fix the problem, though I have a feeling they just wanna rip off Stewie Griffin and have a sexy party. As they leave, Scar turns around to face Lust, but of course, she was already gone.

Seeing as he was perfecting his stalking skills, he couldn’t leave her alone, so he follows her and Rupert through the city, finally finding them at a well.

Scar hides while Lust talks to Rose and Alexander, who apparently work at the well.

Wait...they work at a well? And they complain that they have a hard job? You guys are lazy pricks! You lift like maybe a gallon of water at the most every time you put the bucket down! That’s easy! I could do it with my eyes closed! I’m gonna stop ranting so we can get back to the story!

“Please, I need water” Lust says, handing Rose a canteen that she receives through Divine Intervention. “I have a long journey ahead of me”.

Rose nods, filling the canteen up with water, saying, “May God protect you” as she hands it back to Lust.

The moment she has the water, Lust hops onto Rupert’s hump and rides him out of the city. Okay, if you forget that Rupert is a camel, that sounds very wrong.

Scar continued to watch Lust leave, not paying attention to anything else that was around him. That is, until he hears something smash and felt water hit his feet.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry” Rose says, picking up the broken pieces of clay that had made up what was once an urn. As she slowly lifts her eyes to meet Scar’s she mutters, “We didn’t expect to see you here...”.

Her face suddenly changes to resemble a Jonas Brothers fan at a meet and greet. With this expression still on her face, she jumps around Scar like he was a giant teddy bear, continuing to talk like a total maniac.

“At our door...At last!” she cheers, while Scar just stares at her, probably wondering what asylum she had broken out of.

“At last?” the prince wonders aloud, looking rather creeped out by the pink-haired woman’s behavior. But can you blame him? The answer is, no you can’t.

“Didn’t I tell you, Alexander?” Rose asks her brother with a large grin.

He doesn’t return the smile, but she continues to rejoice.

“Didn’t I tell you he would come to us when he was ready?”

Stepping forward to Scar, she says, “I knew you cared about our freedom”.

Alexander, obviously not being an idiot like his younger brother, gave Rose a warning hiss, telling her to shut-up.

“Freedom?” Scar asks, looking at Rose like she just spat out a live platypus, which would’ve been impressive, I have to admit. “Why should I care about that?”

Suddenly Rose’s happy expression changes to one of confusion and sorrow.

“Because, you’re our brother” she told him, motioning to Alexander and herself.

Scar stared at her, before saying in an exasperated tone, “What?”

Rose looked disappointed. “They never told you?” she asks Scar, sounding oddly sympathetic.

“Who never told me what?” the young prince asks, wondering what the hell was up with the pink-haired young woman.

She reaches for Scar’s arms, saying, “But, you’re here! You must know!”.

Scar pulls his hands away as she grabbed them, looking disgusted as he said, “Be careful slave!”.

Noticing that something horrible was about to happen, Alexander steps in. “Oh, my good prince,” he says, pulling Rose away from Scar before she does something stupid. “She’s very tired from the day’s work. Not that it was too much; we quite enjoyed it, but she’s confused, and knows not to whom she speaks”.

He adds this last part in with a warning glare towards Rose, who just groans and replies, “I know to whom I speak, Alexander!”

Turning her attention back to Scar, the slave girl pulls her arms out of Alexander’s grip. “I know who you are, and you are not a Prince of Amestris” she says in a matter-of-fact voice.

While Alexander tries to stop Rose from getting herself skilled, Scar just rolls his crimson eyes. “Haven’t you been paying attention to the story? Kinda obvious that I was adopted” he tells her, before a meteor just “happens” to crash about four feet away from his head.

Thankfully, this was enough to make him remember his lines.

He gasps and asks, “What did you say?”

Good boy, Scar. You get a cookie for saying your lines.

“Your highness, pay her no heed” Alexander pleads, grabbing onto Rose again, looking at her as he pointedly says, “Let’s go. May we discuss something?”

But Rose won’t take any of it. “No, Alexander!” she says, pulling herself out of his grip. She turns back to Scar and continues talking to him, as though she was never interrupted. “Please, Scar, you must believe”.

“That’s enough!” Alexander shouts, hoping that Rose would get the idea and stop talking, for the love of God.

“You were born of our mother, Tamine!” she tells Scar, her voice raising with emotion. “You are our brother!”

Scar glares at Rose, apparently he’s had enough of her crap-talking.

“Now you go too far. You shall be punished” he announces, in his best prince voice. Which, sadly, makes him sound like Dwayne Johnson, better known as “The Rock”.

“No!” Alexander shouts, falling onto his hands and knees at Scar’s feet. “Please...she’s ill. Very ill. We beg your forgiveness”. He turns to his sister, fear in his eyes. “Please, Rose” he pleads, hoping that she’ll be smart for once and listen.

But Rose just shakes her head, and looks back to Scar, apparently not letting him leave until he gets this information. “Our mother set you adrift in a basket to save your life!”

This obviously catches Scar’s attention, seeing as he hasn’t run back to the palace yet.

“Save my life? From who?” he asks, raising one of his eyebrows at her.

As Alexander pulls her away, Rose answers back to her younger brother, “Ask the man that you call ‘Father’. Not the manga character, the one who actually think of as your father in this messed up parody”.

“How dare you!” Scar roars, stalking towards Rose. If he was trying to scare her, it definitely wasn’t working.

Rose just keeps trying to pull her arms away from Alexander, still trying to reason with Scar.

“God saved you to be our deliverer.”

“Enough of this!”

“And you are, Scar...You are the deliverer.”

God, that sounds so stupid. In the actual movie, it sounded so dramatic and awesome. Here, it sounds like something you would get beat up for if you ever said it in public. Apparently it has this effect on Scar, seeing as he goes up and grabs Rose by the arm.

“I said enough!” he shouts as he shoves her to the ground. “You will regret this night” he threatens as he begins to walk towards the palace.

Rose shakes and begins to cry, but also begins to sing softly.

The lyrics and sound of the song cause Scar to pause.

Hush now, my baby

Be still love, don’t cry

Sleep as you’re rocked by the stream

Sleep and remember

My last lullaby

And I’ll be with you, when you dream

Scar turns around and stares at Rose in horror.

She just looks back at him, a tear running down her cheek.

The prince’s eyes widen and Rose smiles.

Apparently she likes scaring the crap out of people, which is bad cause that’s my job.

Wanting to get away from the woman, Scar backs away, before full out running towards the palace.

On his way back, he slams into Havoc, knocking him to the ground.

While Havoc shakes in fear, Scar gets to his feet.

Everyone else is muttering about Scar, wondering what’s the matter with him. As they talk, Scar begins running again.

And as he runs, he uses his Divine-Interventioned powers to sing to the readers with his mind.

Gleaming in the moonlight

Cool and clean

And all I’ve ever known

All I’ve ever wanted

Sweet perfumes of incense

Graceful rooms of alabaster stone

All I ever wanted

Scar stops running, grabbing onto a pillar. Still singing with his mind, he looks up at a huge statue of him and his royal family.

This is my home

With my father, mother, brother

Oh so noble

Oh so strong

As he walks towards his chambers, he continues to think about what Rose had said about his history.

And he’s still singing with his mind.

Seriously, I want to learn how to that!

Now I am home

Among my trapping and belongings

I belong

Scar pauses to rub the heads of his dogs, Mark and Matthew, and receive licks on the cheek in return.

Finished with the dogs, he walks into a room filled with hieroglyphics.

And if anybody doubts it

They couldn’t be more wrong

I am a sovereign prince of Amestris

A son of her proud history that’s shown

He lifts up an oddly shaped sword and points in at a picture of him and his family, obviously painted while both he and Envy were very young children.

Etched on every wall

Surely this is all I ever wanted

All I ever wanted

All I ever

Wanted...

Finally done with his thought singing, Scar leans against the pillar, slowly falling asleep.

As he sleeps, he has a very insane dream.

Scar...that stuff in the bottle is used to clean the windows. You’re not supposed to drink it.

Well, I guess I should let the readers see what your dream is about, shouldn’t I?

Scar opens his eyes and realizes that he is a part of the hieroglyphics that are on the wall. He turns around to see his father, Pride, point at something. Scar tries to figure out what the hell is going on, but quickly has to run as lots of guards run towards him. He hides in the grass, but the guards just run past him. He’s not the one their after. Scar watches as the guards parade towards the village, and I don’t think they want to celebrate Mardi Gras.

In the village, women see the guards coming and begin to scream. Can you say “rape”? I knew you could. Scar watches from the grass and gasps as he hears babies crying. The guards are running around the village, pulling babies out of their mothers’ arms. Suddenly, Scar looks and sees a woman with pink hair, followed by a young boy with glasses and a little girl with pink bangs heading out of the village, being careful not to be seen. The woman is holding a baby wrapped in a blanket, while the children hold a large basket. Scar follows the family to the river, watching as the woman places the baby in the basket.

He stares as he notices that the baby looks just like he did from the pictures painted when he was born. Scar gasps when the pink-haired woman lets go of the basket, allowing it to drift down the river. A single tear falls down his cheek. He knows the truth now. Sadly, the guards had to be assholes and begin charging towards Scar. Scar begins to run, until he somehow runs into the water, which was somehow vertically placed. He is quickly followed by the babies that were stolen from the village.

Scar wakes up, gasping in terror from the nightmare he had just experienced.

However, there is something gnawing at the back of his mind.

Kinda like when you forget to study for a big test and you know you only have a few minutes to get ready.

Still, he can’t help but wonder if his dream was correct. So he grabs a conveniently placed torch and makes his way down the halls, looking up and down the walls.

Suddenly, he sees a picture of Pride jabbing his finger at something! His eyes wander to the other side of the painting, seeing the guards and some babies.

A few of the babies are held in the guards arms, but some are falling into the water, and other are already in the water, where two huge crocodiles are waiting.

And, as Steve Irwin would say; Crikey, those crocs are real beauts!

Well, that meant that Rose hadn’t been lying and that his drugged out dream...wasn’t as drugged out as it seemed.

Apparently, Scar wasn’t born as a prince of Amestris, but was born a slave. Who could’ve guessed it?

I mean, besides anyone whose been reading this story since the first chapter?

Scar drops the torch he used to be holding, before falling to his knees. As he rests his head against the wall, he can’t help but wonder...Why didn’t Pride and Dante tell him that he was adopted?

Suddenly, he feels a firm hand on his equally firm shoulder. He turns around to see Pride standing behind him.

“The...Assorteds grew too numerous” he tells his younger son. “In time, they may have risen against us”.

Scar stares at his adoptive father, looking confused.

“The what?” he asks, obviously referring to the name Pride had used to refer to the slaves.

Pride just glares, silently telling Scar to get his lines right, lest he be subjected to “Playtime” with me.

Scar quickly regains his composure and says the line right. “Father...Please tell me you didn’t do this” he pleads, hoping that Pride will give the answer he wants to hear.

Yeah...right, and giant mushrooms will fly around the world on the backs of elephant seals.

And sure enough, Pride sighs and says, “Scar...sometimes for the greater good...sacrifices must be made”.

Scar places a hand on the painting of the babies dying, and questions Pride again.

“Sacrifices?”

“Oh, my son” Pride says, obviously trying to sound comforting. “They were only slaves”.

The prince’s eyes widen and he pulls away from the Fuhrer, shaking his head before he runs off.

[aspiredeathe]

OMG XD i love Divine Intervention
And i too wish i could sing in my head to other people.

Ah you even made my brother laugh ^^

Awesome ;p

[Scar]

....*Jean is now spending blowyy uppy time with Scar.*