Prologue

'August 13, 1925

It has been two years since Alphonse and I came to the world on the other side of tThe Gate of Truth. And every night since then I have been having dreams of everyone in Amestris and the others we've left behind. Most are of them are of the past, some are of the future, and others are just what I would want to do if I was there. I have not yet told Alphonse about these dreams in fear he would become all depressed and try to find a way back. I still clap my hands out of habit when I get mad at someone or when someone tries to attack me. I get weird looks for it.

The Maes Hughes and Garcia here have gotten married a year back, the two are expecting in about 7 more months. I just hope it's a girl. I suggested the name Elecia, so there's hope.

I haven't grown much which I guess its good because I can still use the automail Winry gave me two years ago. People still call me short but I've gotten to the point of being able to ignore it. But grr I still hate it. I guess id be stretching it if I said I wasn't glade I was still short otherwise my automail leg and arm wouldn't fit anymore.

Winry, heh, I miss her terribly; and those damned dreams I've been having isn't helping matters. Most of them are bout our past, some are glimpses into what would have been and well the rest I'm not going to mention. These dreams I haven't told Al either mainly because I don't want him to question a way of returning to Amestris. There are so many things that I miss about Winry there's too many to list.

Things are different here but I keep the memories I gathered on my journey alive by writing them down as a novel. it's a 50 chapter book about Al and my journey., but I changed names of the friends and people out of respect.

Even now as I ramble about what I'm accomplishing here, my mind is still on Winry. The last dream I had involving her was something I want so bad. In the-'

"Hey Edward! Come on we're going to be late!"

"Alright!" Edward grumbled and returned to his writing.

'ugh brothers. Anyway like I was saying. In the dream I was sitting on a chair with Winry holding an infant boy sitting next to me.'

Edward smiled and put the pen down and closed the book. He took a few minutes to think, then he sighed and slipped his coat on as he walked out.