The darkness, it's overpowering. The light, its fading... too quickly…help me brother…

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The graveyard was quite, it always was. It was also dark, but the light never shone too brightly in the Abyss. That's what they called it these days, the graveyard that is. Most nights nothing was visible in the desolate area. In the daytime no one even visited the graves anymore. On this night however something was different. There was what could be perceived as a dull scraping noise. A boy in a torn red cloak and black vest with black pants was dragging a large metal suit of armor, but the suit looked half destroyed, parts of it were reduced to shards of metal that were barely intact.

Suddenly a cyclone flared up, bringing with it the scent of decay and blood.

"Damn, he's here! Al, listen to me, Al?" said the boy. There was no reply. "I'm too late…"

As he said this, a man in a sweeping midnight blue cloak appeared amidst the cyclone.

"Are you ready to die, Alchemist?"

The boy lifted his head, in the moonlight he looked more like a young man, a teenager. His features were thrown into sharp reality, it could be seen that he had blond hair pulled back into a tail, and bright gold eyes. He also appeared to have a metal arm, but that couldn't be right.

The teenaged boy tightened the glove on his "flesh" arm,

"He had a soul, he was as human as me, as human as you!" the teen's voice was trembling with anger.

"He chose his own fate. Who was I to deny it to him?" the man said in a mocking voice

"You son of a Bitch!" said the teen.

Hundreds of miles away, the young man named Alphonse, woke with a start.