Chapter 3: God's लॉस्ट Child, becomes a normal लॉस्ट child
चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट woke up in a dusty room, with dim lighting. She got her bearings slowly, and pulled the covers off her body. She walked along a narrow hallway, until she came completely into the main body of the hidden network. There were two long तालिका, टेबल s near the entrance, which were plastered with older documents and books. She spotted a small bent figure in a chair stunted against the window sill. She ambled over to it, and recognized the boy from last night. She shook his shoulder gently, and he grumbled a barely audible curse. She smacked the back of his head, and he sat up instantly. He scanned the room with large and alarmed eyes, and when they rested on her, he लॉस्ट all excitement. She surveyed his और notable features, like his height, and hair. But the most eerie thing, was his eyes. They looked familiar, but she couldn't place them. He suddenly stood from his perch, and climbed down from his inch high step. He strode over to the large tables, and found a small cloth bag. He untied the old string, and emptied the contents onto the table. 700 cens were in that bag. चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट gasped, and the boy turned, and strangely smiled at her.
"Well, what to do with these, huh?" He stuffed them all back into the bag, and grabbed his cloak. His undergarments were familiar too. So was the cloak, with the Flamel पार करना, क्रॉस on the back... He suddenly clasped the handle of the door, and pulled, being careful not to let the boxes fall on चोटी, शीर्ष of himself. He pushed them out of the way, and surveyed the alley, before signaling to चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट to follow him. She crawled carefully over the boxes, and landed loudly on the hard flagstones. The sound echoed and broke through the early morning silence of the plaza. The boy led the way over to an abandoned building, and opened the door silently. He let चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट go first, and quickly followed. She marveled at the amount of steps, and was brought back, द्वारा the sound of shuffling. She turned her head to see the blond boy taking off his cloak. She felt her face grow red as she watched him undress until his कमीज, शर्ट was off. She quickly turned around. Her current thought were interrupted द्वारा a sudden impact to the back of her head. She felt something slide onto the floor, and bent down o see what it was. It was the बरसती, लबादा that the boy had just been wearing. He was now dressed in a form-fitting turquoise flannel with rolled up sleeves, and black skinny jeans. He had changed his पूर्व shoe, to a और casual one, with no laces. Either that, या he head tucked the flaps under the end of his pants. She gasped as she saw the watch hanging from his brown belt. A state Alchemist?! She began to back away, but her turned and grabbed her द्वारा the hand, leading her out the door. The sun wasn't even above the rooftops, and it was cold. She kept wondering how he could even handle those sleeves, but noticed that he was shivering just as much as she was. He led her down another alleyway until they were at a conjunction to a seemingly bust street. He turned चोटी, शीर्ष her, and eyed her. He looked again, and without warning, used his right hand to shove her into a pile of garbage bags. He bent over her face, and didn't move, until the footsteps were gone. He sighed with relief, and pulled her up. He promptly apologized for that, and pulled out the bag of coins.
"We should get आप some new clothes. You'll be recognized in those." He ambled out into the street, and चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट followed. She reached out to grab his hand, and felt insane cold. She withdrew her hand, and looked at his. It was automail. Instead, she pulled the कोट tighter around herself, and followed in silence as he led her down the cold and lonely streets of Central plaza.
चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट woke up in a dusty room, with dim lighting. She got her bearings slowly, and pulled the covers off her body. She walked along a narrow hallway, until she came completely into the main body of the hidden network. There were two long तालिका, टेबल s near the entrance, which were plastered with older documents and books. She spotted a small bent figure in a chair stunted against the window sill. She ambled over to it, and recognized the boy from last night. She shook his shoulder gently, and he grumbled a barely audible curse. She smacked the back of his head, and he sat up instantly. He scanned the room with large and alarmed eyes, and when they rested on her, he लॉस्ट all excitement. She surveyed his और notable features, like his height, and hair. But the most eerie thing, was his eyes. They looked familiar, but she couldn't place them. He suddenly stood from his perch, and climbed down from his inch high step. He strode over to the large tables, and found a small cloth bag. He untied the old string, and emptied the contents onto the table. 700 cens were in that bag. चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट gasped, and the boy turned, and strangely smiled at her.
"Well, what to do with these, huh?" He stuffed them all back into the bag, and grabbed his cloak. His undergarments were familiar too. So was the cloak, with the Flamel पार करना, क्रॉस on the back... He suddenly clasped the handle of the door, and pulled, being careful not to let the boxes fall on चोटी, शीर्ष of himself. He pushed them out of the way, and surveyed the alley, before signaling to चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट to follow him. She crawled carefully over the boxes, and landed loudly on the hard flagstones. The sound echoed and broke through the early morning silence of the plaza. The boy led the way over to an abandoned building, and opened the door silently. He let चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट go first, and quickly followed. She marveled at the amount of steps, and was brought back, द्वारा the sound of shuffling. She turned her head to see the blond boy taking off his cloak. She felt her face grow red as she watched him undress until his कमीज, शर्ट was off. She quickly turned around. Her current thought were interrupted द्वारा a sudden impact to the back of her head. She felt something slide onto the floor, and bent down o see what it was. It was the बरसती, लबादा that the boy had just been wearing. He was now dressed in a form-fitting turquoise flannel with rolled up sleeves, and black skinny jeans. He had changed his पूर्व shoe, to a और casual one, with no laces. Either that, या he head tucked the flaps under the end of his pants. She gasped as she saw the watch hanging from his brown belt. A state Alchemist?! She began to back away, but her turned and grabbed her द्वारा the hand, leading her out the door. The sun wasn't even above the rooftops, and it was cold. She kept wondering how he could even handle those sleeves, but noticed that he was shivering just as much as she was. He led her down another alleyway until they were at a conjunction to a seemingly bust street. He turned चोटी, शीर्ष her, and eyed her. He looked again, and without warning, used his right hand to shove her into a pile of garbage bags. He bent over her face, and didn't move, until the footsteps were gone. He sighed with relief, and pulled her up. He promptly apologized for that, and pulled out the bag of coins.
"We should get आप some new clothes. You'll be recognized in those." He ambled out into the street, and चालट, चार्लोट, शेर्लोट followed. She reached out to grab his hand, and felt insane cold. She withdrew her hand, and looked at his. It was automail. Instead, she pulled the कोट tighter around herself, and followed in silence as he led her down the cold and lonely streets of Central plaza.
