Disclaimer: I don't own FMA in anyway (wish I did though).
Never Forget
Raindrops ran down the window of the guest room in the guest room at the Rockbell house. The thunder sounded off in the distance, far from Resembool, but the lightning still flashed through the night, creating shadows around the room. Everyone was asleep except for one 16 year-old boy sitting up in bed, watching the rain trickle down the glass. Edward Elric was tired yet he wasn't. His restless mind kept him far from the sleep he wanted. The thunder sounded and the lightning flashed. Alphonse, Winry, and Granny Pinako are all asleep. What's keeping me up? It's a pretty quiet night and I don't have any work to do so what am I still up for? He thought to himself as he looked out the window towards the dark hills blurred by the rain. Out there in the rain were the remains of a once beautiful house that was now reduced to ash and charred wood.
He looked down at his arms, which hung over his knees. The metal of his automail right arm glistened as the lightning flashed once more. It had been over five years since the incident, but the dark memories always surfaced every so often like a bubble to the surface of a deep sea. It had been on a night like this when Edward and his brother Alphonse tried to do the forbidden, a human transmutation on the person most precious to them, Trisha Elric, their mother. They tried hard and studied endlessly just to acquire a mother's love but the process went awry. Alphonse was torn from the face of the earth and Edward's left leg was taken right off his body. They gave up so much but all they got back wasn't human at all. The transmutation failed and on top of that Alphonse was gone.
But while in the Gate, Edward had gained so much alchemical information that he was able to bring back Al's soul and incase it in a suit of armor that had been standing in the corner, at the price of his right arm. It had all happened so quickly, but it affected them in one of the greatest ways possible. Now they were in search of away to regain their bodies through a stone that wasn't even known to exist. It seemed all too simple, but in reality it wasn't. The pain of automail and how it could break at any moment, no matter how well Winry designed it (and no matter how light she made it). The stress of keeping the blood seal in Al's armor intact and making sure he was safe. It made everyday they stayed alive seem like a miracle.
So many people wanted them dead yet they were still there. They were strong. The rain finally stopped and the clouds had disappeared, revealing pure moonlight. The memories there were harsh and scary but then again some weren't. Resembool was where they had started learning alchemy, it was where they played as children, it was where they practiced the "Great Art" to make their mother smile, it was where the fought over childish things, and it was where they met their teacher, Izumi. Their childhood was painted over those hills and their last remaining pieces of family lived there.
Edward gazed at the moon and its magnificence. It was simple yet so brilliant. He finally had cleared his head and leaned back. It wasn't long until he was asleep. The calendar on the wall was lit up as a moonbeam shined in the window. The time: 12:00 AM. The day: October 3.