Prologue
Human kind cannot gain anything without giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal or more value must be lost, that is the first law of Alchemy. It means if an Alchemist wants something he or she must surrender something equal to what they want in chemical construction or in some cases Alchemistic Energy for the transmutation to work and for this reason there is a great taboo that says that human transmutation is forbidden for the cost would be too much for one person to do and survive. Two boys, Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric, in an attempt to bring their deceased mother back to life, ignored this. Because of it the eldest lost his leg and the younger lost his body, only to be saved by his brother at the cost of his arm and attached to a suit of armour and merging a piece of the one they tried so hard to bring back into a distorted incomplete corpse of a body. These two journeyed across the lands Edward with automail limbs and Alphonse in a metal body and joined the State Military of Amestris so that they may find the Philosopher Stone so they may reconstruct their bodies there where many hardships and challenges and many battles with the Homunculus, the result of failed human transmutations including their own. After all that the younger one got his body back but the elder one got trapped in a place unlike their own where Alchemy does not seem to work. The brothers were reunited but not in their own world. Now they journey once again to stop a terrible disaster from occurring. Months have passed and the events that occurred have been almost forgotten remembered only by the ones that truly cared for, knew or loved the Elric brothers, wishing that one day they will come home. But the winds of fate have taken in a single newspaper from the day that the brothers bid farewell to their home into its grasp and now it heads through the darkness of night only illuminated by the full moon, past the huge expand of shadowed forest to a strange black castle in the middle of a giant dark lake. The sound of a piano was the only thing to be heard to the darkness as the newspaper flew into an open window and struck the face of the one playing; a girl with smooth middle length black hair, a purple dress with shoulder pads, pale yet flawless skin and light blue eyes. But the one other thing that really stood out from all her beauty was her right hand; as it shone in the bright moon light it was clear it was an automail arm delicately moulded with pointed fingertips and a smooth back made with strange metal with one thing that made it different from any other it was Dark, a Dark Metal.