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~Prologue~
During the winter of 1903, in the country of Amestris, a change came. During the winter of 1903, a young man visited an important grave.
He had brown skin, the color of cocoa, and his eyes were a dark red, like garnets. His hair was so blond it was almost white, and thin black frames rested on his sharp nose.
The young man wore a sorrowful expression, and his eyes were grieving.
He stood in front of the grave, and forced out a smile.
It was more of a grimace, really.
"Hey, little sister. Miss me?"
He knelt, and touched the pale, gray headstone with his fingertips.
"You were the first to go," he murmured softly, his voice a hoarse whisper. He laughed bitterly.
"It's ironic, really. You always believed in the peaceful solution, and yet, your death caused this bloody civil war."
Tears were streaming down his cheeks, yet the man didn't seem to notice.
"Our brother couldn't come. He said he has duties…it's a lie, 'course. He just hasn't accepted the fact that you're…you're…"
Here, his voice cracked, and he sank to his knees, sobbing.
"Look at me! Look how hopeless your older brother has become! It's been four years! And I still can't believe it!"
"Why not?"
He froze, and his head snapped up. His teary garnet gaze met the blood-colored ones of the little girl who had spoken.
Her skin was slightly lighter than the man before her, and she seemed no older than six. Her hair, short and choppy, was a strange silvery-white. In her small hands, she held a ragged teddy bear, soaked in what appeared to be the child's blood, but she bore no wounds. The most noticeable fact was that she seemed faded and see through...a soul.
The man yelped, and scurried backwards, staring at her in shock and fear.
"What- how- you're dead!" he cried. "You're dead! You can't- HOW?"
The spirit frowned, and bowed her head.
"Are you afraid of me?" she asked in her whispy tone. "Am I… scary?"
A heartbroken look passed over the man's face.
"No, little sister," he sighed. "I just…can't believe it."
She looked up.
"I'm still dead," she informed him. "I waited for you or brother to show… but you never came."
Her young face twisted into a serious expression, far too old for her face.
"Nii-san, I need your help."
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