A/N: If you're here from the Black Butler fan fiction, good to have you here, my children! If you're not, that's fine, too! This isn't in the Black Butler section. It's in Fullmetal Alchemist for a reason! Now, for a little of background info. Edward can still practice alchemy. Other than that, it's relatively canon. However, we follow around his and Winry's daughter on her quest of learning and using alchemy and soon enough, we'll bump into my personal favorite character, but we'll wait for that. I'll shut up now and let you enjoy...

I've been working at this for so long. I've been dreaming of this moment for the past year. Ever since I stumbled into Dad's research notes. Although, I know better than to do what he and Uncle Alphonse did. Fortunately, Mom's in excellent health and makes sure she stays that way, so I'd never have to go through the hell that they did.

"Tricia," Dad walked in on me in study, "What are you doing in here?"

I froze. I knew that if he had his way, I would never learn alchemy, "Nothing. I was just…"

My father let out a heavy, exasperated sigh, "I knew it. You were going to stumble in here soon enough. I was the same way."

"You're not mad…?" I worried. I had seen him when he's angry. Although it can be a hilarious sight, it can also be pretty terrifying.

"No," Dad shook his head, "As much as I don't want you learning alchemy, Tricia, I'm not going to stop you. Here. Let me show you a thing or two."

And that's how my journey began. Before too long, he sent me on my way for a few months to the south. He thought that a month in Dublith with his old alchemy teacher would've scared me out of wanting to learn anymore in the first place. Little did he know, I'd be sticking around for three. I guess his own tenacity came back to bite him. And with Mom's on top of it!

Which brings me to now. Finishing my packing for Central. It's that time of year again where bright, young alchemists apply for their state certification. And this year, the daughter of the Fullmetal Alchemist will join the ranks of the Amestrian military and carry on the family legacy.

But it's so much more than that. The library in Central…If those walls could talk, I'd learn everything I could ever want to know about alchemy, right down to the nitty-gritty. I knew better, though. I knew about some of the evils that alchemy can produce. Human transmutation. Chimeras. Homunculi. If I were to ever even consider attempting to do anything like that, between Teacher and Dad and even Uncle Alphonse, I'd probably be beaten within an inch of my life.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and pulled a red coat out of the closet, draping it around my shoulders. Something about this simple coat felt so calming and reassuring. Like I could do anything. Like I could take on the world.

"Edward!" I heard Mom yelling through her workshop, "Tricia's about to leave for the train station!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I could hear Dad's metal foot clanking against the hardwood floor.

"Be sure to call when you get to Central, Tricia," Mom begged, not letting me out of her embrace.

"I will, Mom," I promised.

"Tricia," Dad looked me over, "Where'd you find the coat?"

"In the back of the closet," I said, "Why?"

"It's not yours," he pointed out, peeling it off my shoulders, "It's mine."

"Oh…" Now, I understood why it gave me such an easy feeling. He threw the coat on the ground, "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Just wait a minute," he clapped his hands together and a familiar bright white light illuminated from the ground around it. Dad picked it up and handed it to me, "Now, it's yours."

"Really?" I beamed, brushing the dirt off the modified coat and putting it back on.

"Yeah," he shrugged, "Figured I'd lighten the material, shorten the sleeves. It's warm in Central this time of year."

I threw my arms around my father, "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome," he squeaked me tighter, "Are you still sure you want to do this, Tricia? State alchemists are dogs of the military. If war breaks out, you'll have to fight."

"I'll be fine," I assured, "I am your daughter after all. And I learned from the best."

"I am pretty great…"

"Tricia," Mom scolded, "Why must you inflate your father's ego?"

"Sorry, Mom…" I cringed, feeling bad for her. Once Dad goes on an ego trip, it is kind of a pain to bring him back down.

"Good luck, Tricia," Dad said, "Give 'em hell in Central. And if Roy's down from his high horse, tell him I say hi."

"Will do."

"Make sure you come home sometimes!" Mom hugged me tight, "When your father got his certification, I was lucky to get a phone call."

"I will."

"That's not fair, Winry!" Dad whined, "I called you all the time!"

And on that note, I left Mom and Dad to argue about the days of old and made my way to the train station, waiting for my ten o'clock train to Central. I couldn't wait. I had studied my ass off for months and I was ready to take that State Alchemy Exam, continuing the Elric family legacy.