Uh. . . I should work on Child Transmutation, but this idea got into my head and wouldn't let go before I had started to write it.
I'm sorry if the grammar is horrible and if the characters are very OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Prolouge
It had been the same dream every time he closed his eyes to sleep for days now. The dream about that girl. He knew he had seen her somewhere else, not only in his dreams. It was like he knew her. Really knew her, not only as a person in his dreams.
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"Come on, it's not really far," a young golden-haired boy yelled as he ran through the fields of green grass bathed in the sun that shined for the entire summer. The wind blew gently over the fields, made it look like some sort of an ocean with green water. The sweet smell from all sorts of flowers filled the air, dragged down any other smell.
The young boy smiled as he lay down and got hidden by the tall grass. He put his hands under his head and stared at the light-blue sky over him.
"Weren't you going to show me something?" Two light-blue eyes stared down into the boy's eyes. Long blonde hair fell down and tickled parts of his face. The face over him was more beautiful than anything else he had seen before. It belonged to a young girl about his age, a girl he couldn't remember the name of, didn't know if he knew her name at all.
The boy grinned, before he pulled the girl down beside him on the grass.
"It can wait," he said, before returning to stare at the sky over them. The girl looked at him, before she did as the boy.
"Look!" she cried out after a while, pointing at a cloud with the same shape as a bird. The two children smiled brightly as they let their gaze follow the bird-cloud. It was so innocent to lie like that, not doing anything else than let their eyes wander along all the clouds on the sky.
Then, the fields around the boy disappeared. The smell from the flowers and the wind faded away, along with the blue sky. Even the girl.
The boy rose from the ground and looked all around himself. He couldn't find her anywhere. He could feel the panic rise inside his chest as the darkness came closer and closer, leaving him surrounded by the dark.
He wanted to scream, yell, in fear as something twisted itself around his legs, grabbing an unbreakable hold on him.
"Find me," a voice whispered.
"Find me."
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Golden eyes opened too fast for the owner. It took his mind a few minutes to catch up with them.
A fifteen, close to sixteen, year old boy sat up in the bed. He laid his arms around his legs while he let his eyes wander through the room.
Dark curtains kept the sunlight outside of the room while he slept, let the rest of the room fall in completely darkness.
The boy rose from the bed and walked slowly toward the curtains. He pulled them away from the window, and let the sun discover the room, lighting up everywhere around him.
The sunlight made the boy's golden hair glow like pure gold as if flowed its way down his back. It weren't too long, but longer than most boys usual kept their hair.
The boy made his way over to the bed again. Once he sat down, he started to braid his hair, leaving only two bangs to hang down around his face.
While he did this, the feeling of steel touching his skin, his neck, almost sent shivers down his spine. It had been like that for the last five, almost six, years. Always the same reaction.
When he was done with the braid, he held his hands up in front of his face. One of them, the left one, was normal, with flesh and blood and bone. Completely human.
The other wasn't like that. It was cold, without feeling. A metal arm, automail. A symbol of his biggest mistake, along with his left leg.
The boy was lost in thought for some seconds, before he consider falling asleep again. It was early anyway, if he looked outside. The rest of the house would wake up soon anyway, so he could always sleep 'till that.
But something told him he would have to dream one of those creepy dreams again if he closed his eyes and relaxed. If it was something the boy really didn't need at the moment, it was yet another weird dream, or nightmare.
He sighed, before he rose from the bed again. The boy grabbed his clothes from a chair that stood right next to the bed, and went inside the bathroom to get dressed.
When he came out again, he was dressed in completely black clothes, except from the pair of snow-white glovers he had on his hands, mostly to cover up the automail.
The boy pulled a book out from the bookshelf next to the bathroom-door, and sat down on the couch to read it.
The time slipped past faster than he had expected, and soon someone knocked on his bedroom-door.
"Brother, are you awake yet? Its breakfast soon," a voice called out. The boy put the book on the table in front of the couch and stood up.
"I'm coming, Al!" the boy said as he hurried over to the door. All the way over, he hoped the dreams would stop, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling that something soon was going to happen. Something that should not happen for anything in the whole world.
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A/N: I will update the story if enough people like it^^ I don't mind people telling me about my grammar-mistakes, so if you find someone, feel free to tell me:) Hope you like the story so far (I know it's only a beginning, but still. . .)^^