Prologue: Through the Barrier

Author's Notes: Hello everyone~! This is my first upload in quite awhile. To get things started, I would like to mention that I am a huge nerd for the Romans. My favorite section in time goes from Julius Caesar through to the death of Mark Antony~. (They're my two favorite Romans~. I dunno why~.) There will be historical elements involved in the parts of this story that have to do with Rome, but must of it comes from Shakespeare because I love his work! (*cough* *cough*) I got myself back into FMA the other day, so this is kind of a crossover between FMA Brotherhood and the Tragedy of Julius Caesar.

This is the prologue so it's going to be shorter than the actual chapters. This isn't even 1000 words, but so far, Chapter 1 is over 2000. I hope that you enjoy this little intro.

Disclaimers: Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa (who is awesome)
The Tragedy of Julius Caesar belongs to William Shakespeare (who is awesome and dead)
The appearances of the Romans belong to me because of my original story. If you would rather be reading something that, you have to talk to me. Hurr~.
The few OCs that appear belong to myself and my friends.

And thank you to everyone who contributed to the writing of this fic. Gratia~.

Let us begin...

A young blonde alchemist plopped into a seat next to a giant suit of armor. He sighed, shoving off his leather boots and inspecting his right foot. Cursing, he looked at the suit.

"Look at this, Al! I've already got a blister!" He shouted loud enough for the entire train to hear. A few people glanced over at them, making bizarre faces. It was pretty strange for them to see an itty-bitty person with an armored guy on a train. It just wasn't normal. There wasn't ever anything normal about these two people, though.

The suit of armor scratched its head, examining the splotch of blood on the blonde's foot. "Geez, Ed…Haven't I told you to put something in those boots of yours? They're tearing up your feet."

"It's not just the shoes…It's all of the walking, I guess…" He said, holding out his hand. "You have a cloth over there, right?"

"Yep." The armor pulled out a cloth and handed it to the boy.

The blonde wrapped the material around his bleeding sole and sighed. He slipped his boot back on and leaned back. "I'm glad that we get some time to rest. This foot needs to heal."

"We'll be there in a few days. I don't think it'll be healed by then…"

"It'll be fine. Let's just relax for the time being…"

Thousands of miles away beyond the desert and the legendary sea beyond the sand, a cloaked figure shuffled through a large crowd of panicking citizens. A few people bumped into it, causing the hood to fall and revealing another older looking blonde. Tossing it back up, he squeezed between people to reach the front of the mass.

A few workers were loading up supplies to the steerage. One of them was off to the side, drinking from a steaming goblet. The disguised blonde made his way over to the captain-looking man. He looked up upon seeing the stranger in front of him. "Eh? What do you want?"

After a moment's consideration, the hooded man spoke in a shaky voice. "Please…You have to take me with you…"

The leader of the sailors stared at him for a moment, considering what to do. He laughed and said "Why would I take a rat like you along on this voyage? I have not let anyone else aboard. Why would I make an exception for you?"

"You cannot deny me…I-I am all that this country…has left…" The voice became weaker as it went on. A few raspy breaths were heard in the disturbing silence that followed.

The captain blinked a few times. He bent down to look beneath the hood and jumped back, spilling all of his beverage. "Y-You! You are…"

Knowing that it was inevitable, the hood was pulled off by its owner. "Yes…Please let me join you…I have…no other choice…"

Realizing how short he was on time, the captain shouted at his underlings, "Hurry up! We have to leave now!" He turned back to the blonde, tilting his head toward the ramp where they were loading things. "Go on! If those people are really coming after you, they will be here soon!"

Within seconds, everyone was on board. As they set sail, a group of people wielding blades of all sorts arrived at the docks. They were too late, but the impression that they had left was already doing more damage than they ever could…

Odds are that if you made it this far, you must have a large attention span. Anyways, I'm uploading this at the same time as Chapter 1 as to not disappoint you or keep you waiting. :3 Stick around for more weirdness!