The Flame Alchemist's Daughter - CHapter 2The Flame Alchemist's Daughter - Chapter 2 - The Young Ishbalans
Edward and Alphonse Elric were walking down the lamp-lit streets of Central, completely exhausted. They had just gotten back from a month-long mission.
"God I could eat an entire cow!" Ed groaned. "Except for the evil juice part." He added, hoping to make Al laugh.
He elbowed his younger brother, "What's wrong, Al?" he asked caringly.
"Didn't you hear that, brother?" Al asked in a worried tone.
"Hear what? I can't hear anything over the sounds of my stomach." Ed said, laughing smugly.
"It sounded like a child crying... We have to find it!" Al rushed off toward the sound.
Ed followed, his stomach rumbling. The brothers soon found themselves in an alley, looking down upon a young woman of Ishbalan descent. A toddler, also Ishbalan, was crying at her side. The toddler had automail arms and legs. He tugged on the young woman's shirt.
"Juice....! Juicey!!" He whined, looking upset and hungry.
Al picked up the child and s
The Flame Alchemist's Daughter - Chapter OneChapter One: The Messenger
“What do you mean I can’t get in!!” a teenager girl of Ishbalan descent shouted to the guards that were guarding the military headquarters in Central.
The girl had long, thick, jet black hair that was tied into a messy bun. She was slim and fit, with a confident, yet elegant stance. She held her head high, clearly proud of her heritage. Her skin was paler than the skin of most Ishbalans, but her eyes were a red as blood and angled slightly. Her brows were furrowed with frustration. She was wearing a simple mint green dress and a heart-shaped locket on a subtle silver chain. Slung over her shoulder was a large backpack.
“You do not have the authorization to enter, miss.” The guard said firmly.
The girl clenched her fists and snapped, “Then just deliver this damn letter!”
She shoved a black envelope into the guard’s hands then stormed off, wiping tears from her eyes. The guard looked to whom the letter was addre
The Flame Alchemist's DaughterThe Flame Alchemist's Daughter
Prologue - His Regret
Colonel Mustang sat alone in his study, weeping bitterly. He was a mess; his hair was disheveled and his face rugged and unshaven. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying. He was wearing a plain white shirt and the pants of his uniform. The air smelled of coffee and stale cigarettes. The scent was so strong that Mustang could almost taste it. The only sounds that resonated through the room were the sounds of his crying and the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock near his desk, that showed just how very late it was.
Mustang held tightly onto a tattered, old photograph of a young Ishbalan woman. The woman's hair was thick, and wavy and dark mahogany in color; it seemed to shine. Her skin was a pale tan and her large almond eyes were a deep stunning red; two traits all Ishbalan people share. She was garbed in a simple olive green dress with dark yellow embroidery along the edges. Around her neck w