On a large group of hills, lies the peaceful village of Resembol. Home to the only auto-mail engineers for miles, the locals make good money there. If they couldn't do odd jobs, the other locals made more good money farming. The rest moved out on to more prosperous buisness. However, the amount of alchemists that came from this town is next to nothing, and only three alchemists were born there. Two of them turned out to be the greatest in the world.

But our story begins someplace else in a different time.

It begins in Central, precisely 4 years later. A young girl was strolling the busy streets of the capital, her red eyes shifting from side to side occasionally. Her legs strode on, as if she was in a rush and a leather satchel hung by her legs. Although she was new to the town, she knew exactly where to go, or it looked like it. In fact, she had no-where to stay. The girl walked past many houses, turned many corners and braved many dangers, until her legs wouldn't carry her. She looked up, and sighing, she sat down on the pavement, hunched in the dead-end.

It just so happened that the girl was me.

It was nearly midnight, and closing my eyes, I gradually fell asleep, only to be woken up roughly a few hours later.

"Hey, you're not permitted to stay here!" A man shouted from the end of the street. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. "Unless you are useful to the millitary, of course." He added, sneering. By now I was standing, looking at him judgementally. I clapped twice and slammed my hands onto the ground.

CRASH

I guess I overdid it a little. The ground was rocky and uneven, and littered in debris. Not really an enviroment to sleep in, eh? Exhaling, I did it again, and the road was good as new.

"Now go away." I told the man casually, sitting down in the corner again. Soon, his flustered face and his blue millitary uniform was gone. Probably into the building.

"A millitary base? Probably the main one, since I'm in Central." I said quietly to myself, shading myself from the sun with my hands. I closed my eyes once again, slowly drifting into sleep.

I was awoken again half an hour later.

"Can't a girl get some sleep around here?!" I cursed at the person in front of me. I looked at the man standing there. His hands were in his pockets and he was bending down, smiling at me.

"Oh, are you here to kick me outta here or something?" I sighed, picking up my bag. He laughed, then offered his gloved hand out to me.

"I hear you have amazing alchemy skills." He smirked. I took his hand and stood up, brushing my clothes.

"It's nothing to brag about." I added.

"And modest too!" The man smiled again. "My name is Lt. Colonel Mustang."

I raised an eyebrow. I've heard of Mustang before. Many times.

"Oh, so you're The Flame Alchemist then, huh? It's nice to meet you, Lt. Colonel."

He nodded.

"Do you have parents?" A girl beside him asked. Her blonde hair was tied up and her bang covered one of her eyes.

"Nuh, it's just me." I answered casually. My black gloved hand stratched the back of my head nervously.

"Do you have a transmutation circle on your hand behind the glove?" Another asked. I shook my head, taking of both gloves. Two metal hands were placed where flesh ones should be, their cogs whirring inside. Many murmmurs circulated among the small group that was sent outside.

"The name's Xion. (Zee-On)" I added casually. "Xion Aaron."