The Flaming Sword Alchemist
Characters: Simon Catate, King Bradley Fuhrer, Revenge, and Slaughter.
Part: 01
The sun was burning down on his neck, his feet were sore, and he was TIRED. But most of all he was hungry! "I have to get something to eat! Oh... Im an alchemist! Ok now...what alchemy circle to draw?... Then in a blink of an eye Simon took out his piece of chalk and drew and alchemy circle on the road, lighting flashed, and... perfect piece of fried chicken was on the road side!Well that's dinner!"Simon said.
Well that's some talent you got there, to made fried chicken!" Said a stranger on the side walk. "Oh no sir! I didn't make that chicken it was flying over head and then I used alchemy on it to fried it." Simon said.
"An alchemist eh? We don't get many of those here in tokery. Are you a state alchemist?" Said the stranger."Not yet but im going to be." "Well bye then!" And the stranger walked away...
Simon started to walk along the sidewalk. Hmmmmmm what to do? I know! He took his sword that was hanging down by his waist, thru his sword up in the air, and when it came down he clapped his hands together and then caught the sword.
The sword then began to steam so hot that it hissed...ststssststsstsssts the swords hiss grew louder and louder. Then Simon began to spin it! He spun it so fast that he almost dropped it. Simon began to sweat because the sword was so hot. Okay lets stop this before I get hurt...
Simon saw the Capital in the distince. He went to the capital city where he saw a lot of alchemists all practicing on alchemy-- even one wearing a red robe who was next to a guy in a metal suit of armor.
He went to talk so some of them, to see what they thought. "Hello" Simon said to the strange man in the suit. "Hello my name is Alphonse and this is my brother Edward." "My name is Simon, I want to be a state alchemist!"
While they where talking, a loud voice came over the intercom, "Hello one and all! Welcome to the 72nd State Alchemist Contest! All contestants must sign in at the front to get a number."
"I guess that's us!" And Simon walked in.
He was numbered 7. He sat and waited, and 20 minutes later the intercom said: Simon Catate please come to the stands.
He walked in this big room with art everywhere and in the middle of the room was HIM.... Mr. King Bradley Further. Welcome Mr. Catate.......please take a seat.