Authors note: This is my first fan fic, so no flames, one constructive critiscism
Disclaimer: I do NOT own FMA. If I did, I would point and laugh at you all at your non-Fma-ownership! But I don't so I can't.
Reclaiming Memories
Chapter One: Lost Identity
It was dark. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to make someone feel lonely and out of place. She looked out of the window at the country landscape that she has never seen before. But then again, who knows? She might have lived here all of her life, but there's no way to tell for sure. The stars lit up the night sky like tiny fireflies.
It had been the longest day of her life! Heck, it's the only one I can remember! Only fourteen short hours ago, her life had begun. Or at least the memorable part of it...
She woke up and opened her eyes to see...nothing. Absolutely nothing. The darkness was suffocating, and gleaming purple eyes came out of the darkness, unseen mouths laughing at me. Falling. But where had she fallen from? Where would she land? Light emerged, and the tiny little palms released her, as she fell and crashed into unconsciousness.
When she woke up, she could see a dim green light. It was everywhere, yet nowhere. Patterns glowed on walls, and began to fade. She made out a door in the eerie light and pushed it open.
It was shortly past sunrise, but still, the light hurt her eyes. Where was she? What was she doing here? How did she get here? Many more questions assaulted her until she found one question she couldn't ignore.
"Who am I?" Honestly! She had no idea of what her name was, or where she came from. Who were her parents? Did she have any parents? She looked around. She stood in the basement of a charred derelict house. The beams loomed over me, almost as if threatening to crush their intruder.
She looked back into the room she had just left. There were lines and markings on the walls, the floor and the ceiling. But what stuck out most, was the box in the middle of the room. Curious, she went over to get a better look.
She lifted it up. Whoa! This thing was heavier than she thought it would be! She was going to open it, but there was no lid! She tapped it, and sure enough, it was hollow. Strange, who would make a box without a lid? She put it down on a nearby table, but the old thing crashed under its weight.
Vials and jars and many strange contraptions fell crashing to the floor. Let me tell you it scared me shitless! But it brought to her attention something very important about this basement that she had overlooked.
CLIFF HANGER!
A/N: Not too bad is it? I sure hope not! Anyways, the next few chapters will be posted really soon if anyone wants them cuz I typed them up already! Ciao!
