Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist… Believe me if I did, Ed would've admitted he liked Winry a very long time ago!
Alchemy is the science of understanding the structure of matter breaking it down then reconstructing it as something else. It can even make gold from lead. But, alchemy is still a science and so it must follow the natural laws. Mass simply cannot change. To create something of equal value must first be lost. To obtain, something must first be given. This is alchemy's fist law of Equivalent Exchange.
My name is Anzu Valencia. I am a homunuculus and a chimera. If you knew my story, would you say I deserved my pain? Would you pity me or would you be rather proud of me?
My story starts to the very far, far north of Central on a little island called Virtue. It is a State military controlled research facility that specialized in creating avian chimeras. I myself had owl for intelligence and wit, hawk, for cunning and gracefulness, and dove for innocence and kindness.
The head alchemist known as the Spirit alchemist, whose name was General James Mustang and I were playfully sparing in the gym when a truly horrible accident happened. He was throwing blunt objects at me, to test my ability of being able to doge long-distance ranged weapons while still in midair when quite suddenly the power went off. A knife we thought was blunt struck me through the heart killing me instantly, but my story was far from over just yet.
Apparently, General James rather cared about me as more than just a patient and willing lab rat. So much so that he would do the ultimate and unforgivable sin of trying to call my soul back from the other side. All that happened, was General James was lost forever, the entire facility was destroyed and I had been born.
I still had my white dove wings, but the rest of my appearance had drastically been altered. My eyes once a deep pine green, was now a spun gold; my hair was a true red, was now a beautiful silver; my skin once a permanent tan, was now as white as the snow falling all around me. I looked at my odd appearance in a piece of a shattered mirror. I knew not who I was, nor where I was, yet here I was, weeping for reasons that were quite unclear to me. I left the bitter cold of the north and flew south to the desert. Maybe, just maybesomebody there could tell me who I was and what my purpose should be.
