Ed sat reading on a couch in his home. Al, who had regained his body several years back, lived elsewhere. Al was 22 and married after all. Ed, being 23, was still unmarried. His job was running a bookstore, which was on the floor below his home.

Ed scrunched his face up and closed the book he had been reading and threw it behind him.

"That is one of the cheesiest books I have ever read!" he muttered to himself. "I can't believe Al liked it."

The book made a strange sound as it hit the floor. Ed turned and looked at it. Al's book had fallen apart, paper going everywhere.

"Great, Al is going to kill me for this one."

"He won't have a chance," came a sweet, female voice from just in front of Ed.

He turned quickly, finding himself nose to nose, literally, with a girl of about fifteen. She backed up enough for Ed to get a good look at her.

The first thing he noticed was that her eyes were a dull blue color and clouded over. She had on a plain green dress with no shoes. Her black hair was pulled up in a bun, a headband holding it there. He had a suspicion that she was blind.

"What are you looking at, huh? You're coming with me. Get up old man."

Ed continued to sit, becoming angry. "I'm not old! Besides, you're in my house. Get out."

"Well no duh, Sherlock. Of course I'm in your house, where else would I be? And I'll leave when you get up and come with me."

"I don't even know who the hell you are so why should I? Give me one good reason."

She crossed her arms before starting, "Fine then, oldie. I'm Toph, and my friend wants to see you."

Ed hopped up. "You really think that's a good reason for me to follow you?"

She smirked and suddenly did an odd motion. The dirt from one of the plants sitting on Ed's table suddenly lifted into the air and slammed into him, throwing him out the window.

Toph jumped through after him, but the thing was, he had already hit the ground, but it wasn't out in the street and a floor down where he should have been. He was lying on a beach. The water lapped at the sand t his feet. He sat up and looked in shock around at Toph, the ocean, and at the window that seemed to be floating in air. He seemed to be on a small island full of trees. Scattered around were more windows, all showing different scenes. He could see people through some of them, but they obviously couldn't see him.

"I brought another one!" Toph shouted.

From a little ways away, a boy with spiky blonde hair came running up.

"Good," he said as he came near. "You did explain this time though, right?"

"Maybe," she said, recrossing her arms and turning her head away. The boy sighed and looked at me. I looked up at him from where I sat.

"Well, I'm Roxas. Don't mind Toph, she isn't really all that bad. Not really. This," he motioned to the island, "is Destiny Island. Ironic name, I know, but that's what it's called. Toph and I, along with a few others, have been trying to bring relatively important people here. Anyone who can do anything to help fight. We decided you'd do pretty well."

I put a hand to my head, already knowing this was going to be a pain.

"Fight what, exactly?"

"Anything that needs to be fought!" Roxas became excited, "Evil wizards, hollow, demons, homunculi, heartless, nobodies, monsters, aliens, and whatever else you want to call the bad guys."

Ed wasn't really sure what all of these were, but he had recognized a few of them. He stood up. His clothes sagged down around him.

"What the hell?"

"Oh," Roxas said, "don't worry, we'll get you some new clothes that fit. You must have been a bit older than you were at your prime, huh?"

"Dead on, Roxas. He was an oldie."
"I'm not old!" Ed yelled, but the two kept talking around him.

"Look who's talking. You weren't that young yourself," Roxas replied to Toph.

"I have no idea what you mean," Ed said.

Toph explained this time. "When you enter through one of the windows, you turn into however old it was or would be when you'd be at your peak fighting ability. You were pretty old, and now you seem about 15 or 16."

"I'm 23!" Ed corrected her, not really getting it.

"Well, your body isn't that of a 23 year old's anymore." She smirked as Ed really studied himself. He realized he was leaning quite badly to one side. His automail, which had recently been exchanged for the correct size because he had grown, was now too long. It actually sunk in that his body had shrunk back down into the height he had been a few years back, before his growth spurt.

"Oh, damn it! You have GOT to be kidding me!"

Roxas laughed.

"I can't believe I'm short again…" Ed muttered.