Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or any related titles.

Warning: This story is not fully thought through yet, it's kind of just a random series, but this should come together after I write a couple of chapters. Please bear with me here, I do my best…

Riza: 'Ello, y'all. Lol sorry, couldn't help myself. Anyway, this is another, idea that hit me early in the morning. Luckily it's only 12:30 instead of 2 when I wrote my last story. This story is basically about…or it's going to be about…a boy who has been trained since his childhood to be better than Roy…

Kago: So let us begin already!!!

Riza: WOOT!!! Here we go:

Introduction: The Prophecy
"Papa, why are you so angry all the time?" The young girl asked her father as she sat, facing the office door with her back against her father's desk. She was playing with the small toy which was lying in her hands.

"Why do you want to know that, Elizabeth?" He asked in his gruff, but gentle voice. She stopped playing and looked up at the door.

"I want to know because I'm your daughter, silly daddy." She said with a little smile.

"Elizabeth, there have been stories about a prophecy." He said, knowing that his stubborn, 7-year-old daughter wouldn't give it up until he responded.

"Prophecy?" She inquired, rolling slightly to turn and kneel in front of the desk. She looked up at her father's face. It was oily from not being cleaned recently and his hair was greasy, but his gentle expression made her smile.

"A prophecy is a story about what is going to happen in the future." He said.

"What's the story about?" She asked, innocently.

"It's about a person who knows the secret of fire alchemy who will be the most powerful person in all of Amestris…"

"That's silly. That could never happen." She said with a bright smile.

"And why not?" Her dad asked, tilting his head.

"Cuz only you and I know the secret and I'm too little and your too old." She said, giggling. Her dad smiled.

"Riza, I have work to do, wouldn't you rather play outside?" He asked.

"But daddy, it's raining!" She exclaimed.

"Really?" He inquired.

"Yes, that's why I was playing in here." She said. He got an idea.

"Do you want to draw me a nice picture that I can hang up on the wall?" He asked. She grinned and nodded happily…

17 Years Later
"I can't believe that was almost 17 years ago…" Riza Hawkeye said to herself as she looked at the scribbled, crayon image of her one and only tattoo along with two cute, fat faces which were meant to be her and her father. She placed it down on top of the dusty box where she had extracted it from and looked around the dusty room which was at one point, her father's private office. The room was nostalgic to say the least. She looked at the small chipped dent on the side of the old, mahogany desk where she had run into it when she was 3. Then her eyes darted to the small, black hole in the wall where she had shot her first bullet at the age of 10. Her father had taught her many things, but if there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was war. Who…besides Zolf Kimbley and Frank Archer…didn't hate war? Her dad had taught her that war was evil, but when he was gone and Roy told her of his plans to join the campaign, she hadn't even hesitated to join up with him.

Riza lifted the box and carried it outside. She placed it in her car with the other boxes. She was taking all the old things from the house because a new family wanted to move in there. She thought of the basement and thought that there was a chance that she could get the blood stains off the walls even though they had been there so long. She carried out the last few boxes and went down to the cellar. She retched as she smelled the old blood and saw the rotting flesh on the floor. She looked away and covered her nose and mouth, feeling queasy. She took a deep breath and went back upstairs to get some hot water and soap to clean the mess.

She spent almost 4 hours cleaning browned blood and flesh from the walls and floor. She went to the bath room and vomited before going home, thoroughly disgusted, her tattoo burning unbearably from being around the countless, hidden red stones in the house.

Someone knocked on the lieutenant's door around 5 pm. Black Hayate barked wildly at the door until Riza answered it.

"Hawkeye?" Roy inquired, looking at the pale woman.

"Yes, sir? What is it?" She asked, letting him enter her apartment.

"You look pale…are you alright?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, just a little sick…may I ask why you're here sir?" She asked, changing the subject.

"I came to check on you. You never told me why you wanted the day off today." He said, looking at her gently.

"Oh, I was cleaning out my father's house. Someone wants to move into it." She said.

"Oh…"

"I'm sorry, sir, would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee…" She asked, walking slightly toward the kitchen. Roy smiled a little and nodded.

"A tea would be lovely." He said. She nodded, returning the smile. She turned the kettle on and took out two mugs as Roy sat at the table.

"How was it?" Roy inquired.

"How was what, sir?"

"Your father's house…"

"Dusty…quiet…"

"Why are you so pale, Riza?" He asked again.

"I had to clean the blood of the cellar walls…" She stated, feeling sick again. Roy nodded a little and Riza poured the now hot water into the two cups. She placed a tea bag in each cup and took out the cream and sugar.

"Thank you…" Roy said as Riza handed him one cup. She smiled a little.

Meanwhile
"Is he ready?" The deep voice asked.

"Not quite…" Another replied. The elders sat in a circle and spoke quietly. Their subject sat in a cage in the center of the circle. The room was dark save a single spotlight which lit the young man who was sitting against the bars of his cage. He had red, semi-long hair which was handsomely messy (you girls know what I mean lol). His icy blue eyes darted around the room nervously and anger-filled. His mouth was open, exposing his clenched, pointed teeth. He was wearing a white t-shirt and white track pants. He looked angrily at the elders.

"You said he knew alchemy, correct?"

"Yes."

"How well?"

"Exceedingly well, way above military standards."

"Can he fight?"

"He killed everyone whom he fought with…"

"Were some of his opponents alchemists?"

"3 out of 7 were…"

"Outstanding…"

"Do you think he's ready to face…"

"Don't say the name, it makes him angry…"

"Do you believe he's ready?"

"Yes, I believe he is more than ready."

"We will introduce him to the military ranks soon then."

"Agreed…"

Riza: No real intro to the plot, more like an intro to the important characters…I'll make sure to add the plot in next chapter. Hey look it's 4 minutes of 2 LMFAO!!