"The Sibling He Never Had"
The Story of Edward Elric's Sister
By Josh Carroll, The FullMetalRyuzaki2
Chapter 1: The Back story
It wasn't long after Al's birth that Hoenhime left them. An understandable anger burned Edward's heart and mind, but this story isn't about that. It was only a little less then a month before Trisha Elric died of a sickness that she didn't tell anyone about. Hoenhime was always watching his kids growing up, and he saw wife die. He loved his wife very much, and her death killed him inside. But there was a glimmer of hope left for the Hoenhime of Light: Trisha Elric's sister. So much like Trisha in every way, it was what Hoenhime used to remember her. All the sadness could finally be relieved with the tender touch of an image of his wife. It was not long until Hoenhime's boundaries where finally broken.
It was not very long until he realized what he had done, and he once again abandoned family, and another child. The thing about this child was that it was his first and only daughter. Young Veronica Elric grew up with her mother, and as an only child. At a young age, she discovered how to use Alchemy
Veronica was only five. She had seen some strange men in the middle of town, and they were using something called, Alchemy. They had strange symbols, and they made them on the ground with chalk. Veronica thought they look like a triangle, inside a square, and inside a double circle. An Alchemy Circle, yeah, that's what the strange men said they were. One of the strange men was nice and used his circle to make a nice doll for Veronica, but where did he get it? Veronica remembered, he made it out of dirt! How did he do it? Veronica probed her memory. He put his hand on the circle, there was a dull blue glow, and the dirt had transformed into doll. She had to try this out!
Outside her house, in the yard, there was a large section of dirt. Veronica used a stick to carve out the strange circle that the men had used, she gathered up dust, and dirt, and grass into a little pile in the middle of the circle. She placed her hands onto the edge of the circle.
The circle began to glow blue. Veronica closed her eyes in concentration. Dirt and grass, and dust swirled around. Veronica opened one eye to see what was going on. Her pile of dust, dirt, and grass was changing, moving, morphing. It was becoming more like what she wanted, and less like a pile of earth.
It was a rough start. The doll Veronica made was very asymmetrical. One of its arms was too big, it only had one eye, and its legs were disproportional to its body, but it was still a doll.