Okay, I'm going to try a fanfiction about Almana, an Ishvalan girl that I created in Karaoke Night.
Disclaimer: Does it look like I own FMA? No. I only own my original characters.
The last time I, Almana Suho, 14, saw my mother, she was being led away in chains to a Central jail, as she felt that fighting back was the only way for peace. The last time I saw my dad, three sisters, and four brothers was when they were going to refugee camps. I, like my mother, am an alchemist. I specialize in manipulating water, as it's something I've always loved. I've decided to start a journal, so in the future, other Ishvalans will be able to read this and know the truth about this world.
I've always loved my family. Really, I have. But sometimes just loving them isn't enough. There's a lot of things people will tell you about families. You can't always believe them. You see, none of my family knows my real family. Yeah, I know. Oddest thing ever. But it's also the truth. The Truth will either destroy you or help you, and you don't chose which one. My family consists of three girls (including me) and three boys. I happen to be the oldest. My parents died when I was five, so I always had to look after them. Yes, I know what you're thinking. "How can a women and a man have six children in five years?" Let's just say, twins are WAY too common.
I'm the oldest. I have a twin named Ariyanna, but I'm still at least five to ten minutes older than him. Then there's Omega and Omari. They're a year younger than us. Maleigah and Michael are a year younger than them. Then, Angel and Destiny, acting just as their names describe. Little angels in themselves.
Who would know that in just seven years that can all fall apart?
Truth did. Reality did. Clarity and Perception did. If we just payed attention to the signs. If we just, for a second, didn't trust wholly in the power of alchemy. If we just didn't act so egotistical. If we just had a time-machine. If only we hadn't attempted Human Transmutation.
Yes, once again, I know what you're thinking. "But why would you try Human Transmutation? It's really stupid." Well, I'll tell you why. I wanted my birth parents back, so they could properly say hello to us. Ari, Ome, Oma, and I can only remember them a bit. Mal, Michael, An, and Des can't remember them at all. Obviously, if Ari and I hadn't found a perfectly good family with two little angels of their own, we would have done it a lot, lot sooner.
We found a little family, Perrin and Vera, with their two little children, Jason and Jade (5 and 4 at the time), and they unofficially adopted us. Of course, like all good things in our life, it didn't last long.
As I may have mentioned it before, we tried to bring our mom back. Mom is the one we remember. Not Kelis. Ari and I care less than shit about that man. Hell, I don't even know if he's dead or not! But, goodbye and good riddance. But, if he were here, maybe he would be able to talk some sense into us, before we did it.
Before Ariyanna died.
I just...I can't describe it. It was like a million pieces of information, being crammed into my head at once! By the time Truth sent my consciousness back, he was already gone. I mean, I tried and all, but there are some things that are just impossible.
I had to get automail. It was the hardest choice of my life, but it was also the easiest. I mean, if there's a way to make you go around like normal, you would take it, right? No, it's not that simple. Especially with my problem. You see, I had an arm and a rib taken. A rib. Like, the entire thing. I was barely alive, but luckily Perrin heard screaming, and came down to the basement. Luckily Vera knew some relatives in Resembool.
You see, a reason for the Rockbells staying in Ishval, taking care of the Ishvalans, was partly because they were part Ishval. Yeah, not too much. A quarter, a third, an eighth. But anyway, back to the subject.
Vera was like a mother to me, but she was still a rebel. She was related to the Rockbells through marriage, or something. Me and my dysfunctional little family counted them in as ours, so we thought of their blood as ours as well.
Like Vera, we weren't like the usual Ishvalans.
It was probably our eyes, hair, skin, and general shape that gave it away. I mean, how many people did you know with blonde/white hair, tan skin, and some kids with red eyes, some kids with gold eyes, and, like me, both. Not many, I tell you, not many.
Our looks most likely came from our parents, and our parents probably were somehow related to Xerxes and Ishval. Ironic, isn't it. Now, those are the two next to completely wiped out countries. No, I'm not telepathic, but once again, I know you're wondering, "But I thought all of the Xerxians were dead except one? How is that even possible?"
Well, to tell the truth, I don't even know completely. But I've thought about, me and my siblings. Did anyone ever wonder what happened to the Xerxians who were out in Xing, Aerugo, Ametris, Crete, and Ishval partying, playing, and holding court? I mean, it's not like people don't travel. I figure that's what happened. I know, I know, I'm completely jumping around. Just trying to give you a little taste before I start on the real stuff.
My mother, Anahi, in a word, was beautiful. She had pale blonde hair, and light amber eyes, and her laugh was like an angel's. I suppose that's where Angel and Destiny got it from. She always had something good to say about anyone. I still remember what she said when I ran over to her after preschool, because a boy was insulting me because of my heterochromia and superior autobiographical memory.
"Honey, it's not your fault that you're like this." Ana said with absolute certainty. "Think of it this way: You're just a genius living in a slow world."
"But Mommy! He said it's your fault too!" I cried, not wanting to give up the fight.
"Well, don't worry about me." she explained, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "I'm going to take care of you, even when you don't need it."
Of course, what I didn't realize, was that a war was starting, and that we were in the middle of it.
So, did you like it so far? It's my first time trying something like this, and I've actually wrote something down!
Now, to clear some things up:
This is most likely only going to be a couple of chapters, as my inspiration and time drys up quickly.
Almana is a completely fictional character, but I introduced her because I thought it would be nice to have a fanfiction told by an Ishvalan's point of view.
I'm trying to make Almana as normal as possible, but normal to me is completely insane to you.
Hereochromia is when you have two different eye colors.
Superior autobiographical memory is when you remember every single moment of your life.
I made Al have those two abilities including alchemy because this is going to have a lot of flashbacks, and I need an excuse to make her remember everything.
Yes, I'm going to make her at least see Ed and Al before Human Transmutation, if not after as well.
So please review and give me some ideas, inspiration, and to tell me how I'm doing!