I do whine about reviews time to time but that's because I need to feel like someone out there is actually being affected by what I write and loves it. It helps with the warm and fuzzy nice emotion – the love that adds on to the passion of writing.
Fullmetal Alchemist is not mine, and nor is alchemy. All modern alchemy in this fan fiction is a figment of my hungry mind.
Warning: You will never look at teachers the same way again.
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Chapter 1 Secret
The alchemic law of equivalent trade has faded over the years. It has been lowered into a word definition of magic and macabre.
Alchemy is a pseudoscientific forerunner of chemistry during the medieval period.
The law is about the change…
Alchemy is the way two individuals relate to each other
… into two meanings.
Alchemy is a true form of … -
She shut the book roughly as the teacher cleared her throat. The student swiftly covered the library book with a sheet of paper. It was too late anyway. Tasha rolled her eyes and looked up at her glowering teacher.
The darkened room was a secret. Their eyes had conquered night vision and they did not need artificial light to carry out the business. The setting was ridden of tables and chairs, and cleansed from chemicals that could contaminate the occurrence. The adults gathered around mystically; awkwardly for it was new, but knowingly, because they knew what they were doing. It was the only time to do it. The only chance. The cleverest of students were occupied… in class, with other undercover teachers keeping an eye out for them so one would not trip up in the science laboratory.
"Chalk." The Head of Science called, received the material and handed it to an art teacher. "Do you remember how to draw it?"
She nodded. Then, crouching down, drew an encircled five-point star at the centre of the classroom's bare floor. Another scientist stood by her and three more measured each point and stroke carefully. 1 metre… 2 metre… 3.1 metre – no! "Redo!"
"Tasha! Are you being serious? Year Twelve exams are in two weeks and if you want to fail miserably, be my guest but at least show some courtesy and look at me – even a blank look – just like Sarah over there!"
"Good." The Head of Science compared the lines to the diagram in his hand. He smiled slyly and turned to face the rest of staff. He sneered. They all knew what was next.
"T-the blood." One foolish young adult stammered nervously.
"Of course!" An elder English teacher snapped. She grabbed the tray of small knifes on the table. She grabbed a blade and drew it across her wrist. A gash of blood formed and began striping down her arm… onto the outline of the chalk star.
One by one, each adult stroked their chosen flesh, slashed it open and poured enough blood so the floor was a canvas for the bloody star. Everyone watched the careful scene intently.
Seventy four adults realised the stage was done, immediately dropped to their knees and crawled to their positions. Their palms were placed firmly in their designated section.
The Head of Science began to chant a rhythmic pattern of syllables, remnants of words – sons and daughters of the ancient language, the cousin of Latin. At first it hadn't worked, but it was June 6th, and after the May 4th, it was different.
Slowly, a golden rose from the lines then fell into sunset as it grew orange, bloody red then – at its spiky peak of three metre-high incident rays as dark navy streaks. For a moment the room grew natural black then flashed a piercing white before the luminance gathered at one point in the centre of the star, which lines revealed to be of bloodless and now a chalk yellow.
The aqua blue glow formed the silhouette of a crouching figure.
And the adults heard a gasp from him.
That was when they knew he was alive.
The chemistry teacher had finally snapped at her student. Tasha had expected the blow. After all, she was one of the top students and her marks weren't rising as they had predicted. It was a worry for exactly forty-two teachers who had taught her, and were expected and intent on doing so, but what chilled most to the core was the fact her distraction was alchemy. The girl loved the mythical art, even though all magic was proven untrue and kindly explained an old, misunderstood form of medical science. Tasha lowered her head to Mrs Friel courteously and pronounced a sincere apology.
An eye blinked.
Then both eyes blinked rapidly for a few moments.
The adults maliciously noted his golden irises. Yes, it was him.
The boy was bewildered. His blonde hair was messily draped over his eyes, his bare shoulders… his naked self. Stripped from what he knew, or of what he thought he knew. His eyebrows were lifted and arched in wonder and fear. What just happened? He looked up at the faces of triumphant adults. He was one of them… but he was a younger self right now… He knew, but it felt wrong.
"Very well, Tasha." And the resumed the lesson and her words soon slurred and formed a drone reverberating the student's head. Her head nodded involuntarily as her eyelashes weighed her eyelids closer to sleep…
A tall, balding man stepped through the crowd, the sides parting magically like Moses to the ocean. He widened his mouth in a wide, commercial-like grin. The important man announced, arms stretched outwards and palms facing the Heavens.
"Edward Elric, welcome to campus."
And he turned on the science laboratory's lights; a crackle of lightning probed each eye, letting the artificial substance pierce through the eyes of the staff and their guest.
Whap! Suddenly, there was a slap on the chalk board made by the one metre ruler in Mrs. Friel's hand. The girl stirred as soon the scene was revealed with bright lights and wondered if she had just dreamt her principal greeting a person in the… science lab? But before she could make sense of any more, she heard the teacher roar. "TASHA!"
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Wow! Does that make you want to read Chapter 2? XDD –cries and hopes it does– This story is very clueful so if you read it carefully, you will realise that the plot flows pretty well and you might be able to decipher future plot twists if you really read between the lines!
I hope you liked that because it was really fun to write.
Love Stephanie xoxoxo
God bless you!
