An introduction to my idea for an alternate ending to the Fullmetal Alchemist anime, it's late by years obviously. It's my first shot at a real story and I both expect and hope for harsh criticism. I would like to have some sort of response to it before I write on for fear of losing ambition, so any comment at all will be much obliged. Now before I truly ramble, read on!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Fullmetal Alchemist. That, unfortunately, is Hiromu Arakawa's property. (My plan to steal Ed is to whisper, "Bean sprout," near him and run, tying him up after he loses energy and making my not so great escape)
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The young man had no emotion, no thoughts, no inner light, he merely was. The world shone and pulsed lividly around him, but it never caught his attention in the slightest. This young man wandered across both lush and barren landscapes with a dull expression and black eyes. They were not literally black, in fact they were the same brilliant blonde as his father's, but one could sense no life within them. If you were to have seen him, you might think to yourself, "How can someone look so utterly… lifeless and still be walking amongst others?" Such a thought wouldn't be far off from the truth. Actually, it would be very well true if you don't hold creatures to be equal living beings to mankind.
This young man knew nothing of where he came from, what he was, and held no inkling of the power he contained. Not to imply that he cared about this one lick. To him, life was consciousness, and he had that, so he let his legs haul him along, through bustling cities and backwater towns without reflection. He didn't interact with people, but observed them from a distance as a whole. People treated him the exact same way. The young man seemed just as important as any other human speck to them, why would they think otherwise? They couldn't know of the power signified by the Ouroboros on his right hand. There was, however, one man who knew differently; Father.
He had scoured the nation of Amestris and the surrounding, smaller realms for this young man to replace something that he had lost, though the young man never found out what. Firstly the man taught him how to fight as he was told it would likely be useful to him. Father also was his teacher in a more classical sense; the young man was given a quick and quite impressive education. He was taught many things about the world in general and most importantly, of what he was. Out of all the knowledge he obtained, the most striking of it was that there were originally six others like him, though not all continued to exist. After all this was given to him and thoughts began to be constant inhabitants of his now strong mind, a single word burned inside of it, refusing to be unnoticed: Edward.