Author's note:

To be honest I forgot about this until I was going through and cleaning out my mail box and came across a somewhat recent review from TA-twinArmageddons asking me to continue this story in a rather funny fashion. So, I went back and re-read it and was horrified, ha, it was horrible. My writing sucked, my spelling sucked, I just couldn't believe I had written such crap. I wrote started to write this story at the end of my freshman year in high school and I am now at the end of my freshman year in college, so it's only fitting that I give this story another go (thank god with a much higher writing ability).

I plan on rewriting all of it, not just changing some of it and then editing the spelling, I plan on changing pretty much all of it because it was so bad there wasn't any way to save the majority of it and still feel happy with it.

So, this is the first chapter of the revamped story. Keep in mind I haven't had a beta read over this and I legitimately wrote this tonight (it's now 5:18 am, that almost 5 hours I have been writing!), so at some point I will most likely revamp this revamped story.

Thanks for continuingly staying with this story even though I have been an asshole author that hasn't updated in years.

I hope you enjoy it.

I am still not sure what I did wrong, or possibly what I did right, all I know is that by a series of unique events I have ended up as I am now. I don't regret the path that I have taken, I am happy with the person that I have become although at times I miss who I used to be. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that life: a simple life, a life where all I had to worry about were the shallow and melodramatic problems of a teenaged girl, the life where I never had to fight or run for my life, but I don't think I would or could go back now.

I have surmised that whatever higher power exists be it God, the Truth, the All, or the One it brought me over for some reason, and until I discover that reason and accomplish whatever my purpose is I will remain here.

I remember exactly how it started; it's not something one could easily forget.

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My legs trembled as I walked up the stairs of my front porch. I collapsed into the soft brightly colored cushion of the swing that rested against the side of my house, my legs instantly felt ten times better once they were no longer supporting my weight. I am on the cross country team at my high school and I had just finished running 6 of the 12 miles I had been assigned to run this weekend and I was exhausted.

A gentle breeze picked up, it sent my hair twisting about my face and a shiver down my spine. In the distance I could hear a dog barking, the groan of tree branches bending in the wind, the cries of the birds– it was going to storm tonight.

The sudden drop in temperature felt good against my sweaty skin, but soon it was much too cold for track shorts and a t-shirt. I pushed myself off the swing and listened for a moment as it creaked with the sudden shift in weight. Funny, how an action as simple as standing could cause such a sound.

My house was more quiet than usual. My father was at work and my mother had more than likely gone somewhere with my little sister. Not that I minded, I liked the quiet, it was peaceful and a nice change of pace from the usual noise that generally saturated the walls.

The sudden realization that I was both covered in dried sweat and incredibly thirsty prompted me to make a bee-line for the kitchen. I turned on the faucet, ripped a piece of paper towel off of the role and held it under the steady stream of water. I watched with mild interest at the tiny green flowers that covered the otherwise white backdrop darkened, changing into an image so mildly different it was almost unnoticeable and yet utterly obvious. I wiped the sweat from my face and neck feeling significantly cleaner and yet still pretty gross.

I tossed the paper towel into the garbage can and headed towards the fridge. I opened the door with a small tug and basked in the cool air for a moment before I grabbed a water bottle and took a seat at the table. I forced myself to take slow; small sips instead of chugging the whole bottle as I was want to do.

The slow crescendo of the sharp pitter patter of rain on the windows signaled that it had begun to rain. I looked out the window over the sink and watched as the rain steadily grew heavier until I could no longer make out our neighbors house. With a sigh I slid out of the chair and headed up stairs to take a shower.

A half hour later I sat on my bed squeaky clean, wrapped in a white cotton towel and running a brush through my short brown hair. Once I had gotten the majority of the knots out I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and an old grey V-neck. My hair was still somewhat wet and the water dripped down my shirt, leaving little spots of coldness where ever it touched.

I flopped down on my bed, threw an arm over my eyes and listened to the rain. It's steady rhythm as it pelted the roof of the house was comforting, and left me feeling a little more relaxed than I had before. Ever since I was little I had always been calmed by the rain even when most girls my age were frightened of it. I peeked over the top of my arm at the ceiling, it like so many other things in my house was white, it's slightly rough texture provided the only semi-interesting quality that is possessed.

I decided because I had nothing better to do for the rest of the day I would watch some episodes of FMA. I opened the second drawer on my nightstand and pulled out my laptop, I lifted the screen and waited for it to connect to the internet. As I waited I absent mindedly started to doodle transmutation circles on a scrap piece of paper.

After a while I wasn't really quite sure what episode I was watching because I had become distracted by my doodles. Over the course of an hour they had slowly progressed from doodles, to sketches, and finally to drawings, each more detailed than the last. Of course they were still very crude, they weren't even perfect circles they were more like ovals that were littered with tiny hills and valleys. If alchemy was real I doubt I would be able to be an alchemist based on my lack of drawing ability alone.

I was darkening in a line on a triangle when I was momentarily blinded by a particularly bright flash of lightening, and once I had regained my sight the accompanying thunder nearly deafened me. I dropped my pencil and rushed over to the window and closed the curtains, hoping to stop my eyes from going blind. This storm was growing nastier by the second.

Crack! The noise was sudden, loud, and followed by enough force that I was sent toppling over my feet and to the ground.

"Impossible," I breathed. I whipped my head around and stared at my now open window, there was no way it could just open on its own. I lurched to my feet and quickly tried to shut it once more when I realized the rain was soaking my carpet. No matter how hard I tried I could not get the damn thing to budge, it was if it was stuck on something and I just couldn't see where.

With a howl, a large gust of wind barged through my window causing my curtains to wrap themselves around my shocked form. Strangely, the only things disturbed by the wind were my drawings of transmutation circles, I watched as they were all lifted of my bed and sent flying around my room. A second later the wind was gone as if it had never been there at all, and the papers settled on the floor. One drawing floated down in front of me and came to rest at my feet, with a grunt I bent down to pick it up and begin the process of cleaning this mess up.

This particular drawing was probably the best one I had managed to draw, the circle was the most accurate and I had actually looked up random alchemical symbols to draw into it. Strangely, it wasn't bent at all and seemed as if it had never taken a joy ride around my room. I couldn't help but notice that I was once again staring at a white back drop with a single interesting detail. I was entranced, before my eyes the crude drawing seemed to morph into something brilliant, perfect, and strangely beautiful. It was most likely a trick of the light, or my mind just playing tricks on me, either way I gently ran my thumb over the circle as if to confirm to myself that it was real.

I shrieked and dropped the paper as a strange purple light appeared from the circle. I scrambled backwards and began to furiously rub my eyes, this couldn't be real it had to be a trick of the light. When I took my hands away from my eyes I was staring at a door, a door that seemed to be the only interesting thing amongst a backdrop of white.