Author Note: YEAH!!! My first fan fic and I'm quite proud of it. I had this idea ever since I watched The Conqueror of Shambala. I used a lot of historical references (much like the anime) and I found myself with this plot. Though this chapter is more of a set up, I'm pretty proud of it. I think the only historical reference in here is Roger Bacon and The Divine Comedy. (I think) anyways if you have any questions I'll be more than happy to answer them. Also I'm sorry for not putting Ed and Al in this chapter… Next chapter will be all about them, Noah and Officer Hughes.
Also you maybe wondering why the hell is the Title of this fan fic "The Black Sun's Fire." I was actually very proud when I named the fan fic this due to it having a double meaning. Yeah for me! Anyways I should explain what a Black sun is. Since the Fan fiction is taking place in Nazi Germany, the Black sun was a symbol that the Nazi party adopted. Black sun is also referred to as the Sonnenrad (the German for "Sun Wheel"), was a symbol of knowledge is that which is specialized or advanced in nature, available only to a narrow circle of "enlightened", "initiated", or highly educated people. The Nazi's used this symbol since it is three swastika merged into a symbol. The three swastikas are supposed to stand for a "rising", a "zenith", and a "setting".But another reason why I love this title was because of the alchemic background of this symbol. There is a persistent belief in alchemic and hermetic tradition in the existence of two suns: a hidden one of pure "philosophical gold," consisting of the essential Fire conjoined with aether, and the apparent one of profane "material gold." The "dark, consuming fire" of the material sun leads it to be called the "Dark" or "Black Sun." According to the Book of the Holy Trinity, after Adam's fall, tainted by Original Sin, man is made "from the black sun's fire."
The night's darkness lay still on the small country home. Which lay in the middle of Germany's hills. The home was close to Munich, but never heard the controversy that lay in the city. A man looked out the window of the house and then had a sip of tea. The man was about the age of 40. He had dark brown hair that slicked back, like many men of his time. He wore a simple trouser and a white collared shirt. The most striking thing about this man was his eyes. They where hard and cold, yet filled with knowledge, yes the man had many burn marks and scars, But those grey eyes where striking. The man's name was Trevor Bacon.
He put down the cup of tea and picked up his book. The book 'The Mirror of Alchimy' written in 1597 by a man named Roger Bacon, the ancestor of Trevor. Trevor had always interest in his ancestry. Roger Bacon or also known as Doctor Mirabilis was a famous Franciscan friar but also a philosopher and supposedly a great alchemist. Trevor always found this extremely weird, since the church forbid alchemy. Trevor himself was like his ancestor and was a Roman Catholic. Some times he would try to think he was his ancestor, though his life most have been more peaceful then his.
Trevor was an English officer in the World war that specialized in explosives. Trevor had a fondness of how with just a simple chemical compound (or simple in his mind) could shatter the ground. During the war he fell in love with Germany. Which in my opinion was ironic since he only saw the bloody side. Maybe it was the fact he found the beauty in the country even with blood spilling on it's ground. But maybe the main reason her fell in love with Germany was because her fell in loved with a German woman. Her name was Jenell. The woman had become a widow during the war. So you may have guessed after the war he tried winning Jenell's heart by moving to Germany and becoming a German citizen. In the end Jenell fell head over heels for him even if he could have been the man that killed her late husband.
Trevor's eyes looked toward the window with fierceness. At first the light drizzle of rain hit the window, then it started to pour. The steady, fast pace of the water hitting the house was refreshing and calm. His mind went toward Jenell. She was at one of those meeting, National Socialist German Workers Party; he found the part stupid and was filled with men that had illusions of the fact their race was better then every one else. Trevor never approved of his 39-year-old wife going to these meeting, but when you're in love you tend to ignore things.
The doorknob entering into the room jiggled. Trevor pushed himself up ready for anything. That was one of the many things he learned from the war. Trevor guessed it was Jenell, But you could never be sure. The door opened, revealing nobody was there. Trevor tilted his head.
"Odd." he said in an English accent. He stood up and went to the door, though ready for anything.
The lights flickered on and off. By this point the man was tense in all his muscles. Finally the lights turned all the way of.
"I probably forgot to pay the electric bill." he said to himself. He had been holding it of since the price had raised so much, he didn't have the money to pay for it.
Outside it was thundering and started to show flashes of lightening. A small voice spoke up, but there was no one there.
"We journey'd on, in silence looking round, And listening those diseased, who strove in vain to lift their forms...Who forged transmuted metals by the power of alchemy. This was in the Eighth Circle, in ditch ten of hell. Thus was written in Cantos XXIX of The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri." the voice said.
It sounded of a girl about the age of 10-15. Trevor fierce eye became fearful. He knew what the voice was talking about. A man named Dante Alighieri describing hell from a book called The Divine Comedy wrote the passage. Many Catholic's believed the stories written in the book really described Hell. Though Trevor had no idea why this passage was chosen for him.
A flash of lightening showed the culprit's face, only her face. Trevor's eyes widened and he let out a breath of air that was filled with shock and fear. The girl was around 13 year's old with almost white blonde hair and red eyes, staring right at him. Her eyes seemed emotionless.
"Your pride can be forgiven, and same with your lust, but playing with the devil's flame with your alchemy can not, Mr. Bacon." she said in a chilling childish voice.
Trevor had no idea what she was talking about or what was going on either.
"Who. Who are you?" Trevor asked in fear.
"Humility." she said.
One small hand appeared and grasped his neck. A coughing scream came from him as another hand appeared with a bayonet (aka a knife/spear). The hand stared to stab him drawling occultist like symbols. The drag of the knife filled his body with pain but so much pain it become numb, and then Trevor Bacon died.
One hour later, his wife found him dead in one of the most brutal ways anyone could be killed. He was made into a warning... and a Transmutation circle.