Meeting the Dream Girl

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. I only own the character, for the next few chapters, who is known as "Dream Girl", Lea, Niklas, Grand-mama Zena and Mica

a/n: I know that "Dream Girl", Edward, Alphonse, and Winry don't talk like little kids, but I don't think that really effects the story that much.

Edward's P.O.V.- 2 yrs. old- The Village of Dreams aka: Wenning/ Resembool

"Apa, wait for me!" a young girl shouted as she raced barefooted through the trees, trying to catch up to her father. The girl wore a brown sleeveless shirt that came to the middle of her torso, and a wide-flaring skirt that came to her ankles that matched. Her black hair fanned out behind her as she ran. Her green eyes were red from crying, and she was small for her age.

The girl's father stopped and turned waiting for her. When she came into his view, he smiled and opened his arms so he could embrace her.

The man was wearing a soldiers garb. His eyes were coal black and his hair was, too.

"M-...you know you can't come. I need you here to look after your brother and Mama." he said stroking her hair. " Besides, you're not old enough yet to become a State Alchemist."

"But, Apa, you said that I was a good alchemist! Almost better than you, right...?" she argued looking into her father's face.

He sighed and set her down on an old stump.

"Yes I did, but... You're so young, and you've just begun life...why take it away and get killed in war?" her father tried to explain.

"But aren't you risking the same, Apa?"

He looked at her and smiled inside. Even at the age of two, she was very smart, and could run as well as any ten year old.

Her father patted her head and they looked at each other. He knew that she understood the unspoken message.

"Bye, Apa. Come home safe." Dream Girl murmured. She began to run her fingers along the rings on the stump.

Dream Girl's father hesitated, then reached inside his jacket to pull out a silver, opal-shaped locket.

"I was going to give this to you on your birthday, but I'm not going to be here." he said and she looked up. Dream Girl gasped, eyes shining, and took the locket. She touched it gingerly.

"Apa-"

I opened my eyes and felt someone gently shaking me. I groaned and sat up slowly. Mom picked me up and carried me downstairs along with my younger brother, Alphonse.

"Mommy, I had a funny dream." I mumbled into my Mom's shoulder.

"You did? Was it a good dream?" she asked me in a sweet voice.

"I don't know."

"Why don't you tell me about it?" she suggested.

I hesitated then agreed.

I ate my breakfast and almost forgot about the dream and Dream Girl.

Dream Girl's P.O.V -2 years old - Wenning

A little blonde boy sat at a table with his family and was eating some yellow stuff that came in clumps.

"Edward, did you tell your mother you had an odd dream?" a man, who looked like the blonde kid, asked.

The boy nodded. "Yes, daddy."

The boy's father then asked him to tell him about his dream.

"Hmm... Thank you, Edward." With that, the man stood up and went upstairs.

That night, Edward's father left. Edward was hiding by the stairs as his father shut the door behind him. Soon, he heard his mother start to cry. Slowly, he headed back to the room he and his brother shared.

Edward pushed a stool over to his brother's crib, and stepped onto it so he could look at his sleeping baby brother.

"Hey, Al? Let's be really, really good for Mommy, okay?" Edward asked softly.

After a few moments Edward realized that his brother was only going to keep snoring softly.

"Figures you would keep sleeping. You can sleep through anything." Edward said sighing. The blonde boy climbed into bed and fell asleep.

I woke up when my cat Mica jumped onto my chest. "Mica!" I said giggling. "You're supposed to be outside!"

Mica just meowed at me. "Alright, I'll feed you."

I got up off the straw mat that served as my bed and ducked under the blanket that covered the doorway. I walked into our kitchen to feed Mica. Our house, even though we could afford allot better, had earthen floors and was small. I was very quiet since the sun had not yet risen, and nobody was up, but me, or so I thought.

I heard two voices arguing in my parents' room. My father wasn't home, so I knew that the male voice wasn't his. Who's that? I wondered.

"You know you don't love him, Lea." the man's voice said.

"I know you know, but I can't leave him. If I do, he'll get the kids, its the law, you know that Jonathan."

The voices stopped for a moment. Then, the man spoke again. "You know you can't raise three plus kids by yourself."

What? But there's only two of us...wait... I thought then I smiled. Mama's pregnant!

Mama sighed then said, "Alright. But let me stay until I know Roy's not coming back, then I'll go with you."

"Thank you, Lea. You have taken a great worry from my mind." the man Mama called Jonathan said.

I heard Mama's footsteps come towards me and I ran back to my room. Once there, I stood there frozen unable to believe what I heard. "Mama's leaving Apa, Mica. I can't believe it, she doesn't even love him... Oh Mica, what am I going to do if Apa never comes back!" I whispered softly and covered my face and cried.

"Cricket, whats wrong?" Mama asked me softly as she picked me up. Instead of answering I tried to wiggle free of her grasp, but Mama held me firmly against her chest. Cricket was what Apa and Mama called me, but I did not want her to call me that anymore. She had betrayed me, Niklas, and Apa, especially Apa.

"Let go, traitor!" I said harshly. I wiggled again, harder, and was finaly free. I ran over and grabbed some clothes and my writing stuff, then ran out of the bedroom with Mica right behind me. I ran out of the house and down the path that lead to the village, Wenning, or as it is known, the Village of Dreams. Mama called after me, but did not try to stop me.

I ran to the my Grand-mama Zena's house, she was my Apa's Mama. She was also the village Shaman, or elder.

"My little mouse, what brings you here?" Grand-mama asked me and patted the seat next to her. She told me to wait there as she put a kettle with water on to boil. "In the mean time," she said. "We can snack on these." Grand-mama placed a plate of sweetmeats on the table at which we sat in her garden.

Grand-mama's garden was filled with the smell of perfumes from the flowers and herbs. There were all sorts of colors of Irises, blue roses, white ones, too, all types of lilies, and many more which I had forgotten the names of. My favorite were the roses with the black outer petals and had red petals in the center, and the lilies that were white in the day, but shone a pale blue at night. Both smelled of honey to me.

Grand-mama also runs a flower shop, and sometimes I would help her with it. She looked at me and asked, "I have a large order of the purple and white Irises that I need to fill by tomorrow, would you like to help me?"

I smiled and nodded. While we cut the flowers into bouquets, I told her what was going on with Mama, Apa and Jonathan. She didn't say anything for a long time after that.

When we were finished with the bouquets, she taught me how to help flowers grow with alchemy. I was happy that I could help somebody and not be in the way all the time. Grand-mama could always find something for you to do.

"Well you need to tell your Apa." Grand-mama said at last.

"But what if-" I asked.

"Your Mama won't care a bit if you tell him, except if he takes you from her."

I thought for a long moment, then I took out a piece of paper and a pencil before I sat down at the table again. I wrote:

April 15, 1902

Dear Apa,

I hope your doing okay, 'cause nothing is right here anymore. Its not just because of you, its also because of Mama. I heard her talking to this man this morning. She said she was leaving you and I also heard that she was pregnant.

Do you know anyone by the name of Jonathan? Mama called the man that. Grand-mama and I wish you well, Apa.

love,

Your Little Cricket

I sealed the envelope that contained the letter and asked Grand-mama were Apa was stationed. I closed my eyes and prayed that Apa received the letter. "Grand-mama, what if it doesn't reach him?" I asked.

"Well, I could ask the spirits to tell him, but they are hard to persuade. I know you're a bright girl but you need to be a child while you still can, my little mouse! Whatever happens, happens, and your Apa and I will always love you. So will your Mama." She said cupping her hands against my cheeks. She kissed me on the forehead and took the letter from me. "I'll mail this for you, little mouse."

"Thank you, Grand-mama!" I said and curtsied, spreading out my blue skirt. Grand-mama just chuckled and waved me away. I smiled, Grand-mama was still a child at heart.

Roy's P.O.V. - 16 yrs. old- Central City/ Central H.Q.

I had received a letter from my daughter, whom I called Cricket. The letter only confirmed what I had been suspecting for the last year. My wife was in love with another...and with my best friend no less, she was also pregnant. That was a surprise.

I was sitting on the cement steps in front of the Library, reading the letter of course.

"Hey, Roy! Whatcha' got there?" my friend Hughes asked. "Soo you do have a family! Come on! Tell me about them, I'm dying to hear!"

"Can't you leave me in peace? Please? Besides, I may not have a complete family for long." I replied.

"Oh. That bad?" I nodded. "Well, at least you've got your kids, right?"

"Yeah, but if I don't come home within a year to claim them, she gets them."

For once, he was quiet. Hughes sighed and put his hand on my shoulder. "Tell me, how many and how old." he said smiling.

"Well, the one who wrote me is two, and the other is one. My wife's expecting again, too."

"Two years old, huh? Well at least she has someone who can wright letters for her. From what you've told me, your village isn't very good at reading or writing."

"No, she wrote this herself. I know its impossible for you folks, but I've been teaching her since she was a baby."

Hughes' mouth fell open with shock, and I laughed. "I'm sorry, Roy, but I can't believe that." I started to laugh harder at that.

"Well I need to go see the Furhrer anyway," I said getting up. "See ya' later, Hughes!"

Edward's P.O.V- 2 years old - Resembool

I woke up and sat there puzzled. Everything was going awry there, but everything here was pretty much the same, except Dad was gone. Alphonse still slept allot, and Mom, well she cried every now and then, but other wise she was fine.

"Edward, sweetheart, are you awake?" Mom called from the doorway.

"Yes, Mommy." I called back.

"Okay, breakfast is done, so come down and eat, okay?"

I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, because I was starving. "Foood! Foooood!" I shouted.

When I saw Mom, she was giving me this weird look, but I also saw that she was trying not to laugh. Alphonse was already at the table.

I didn't tell Mom about my dreams anymore, because Dad had left because of it. I was afraid she would leave, too. Instead when she asked, I told her I couldn't remember.

After I was dressed, I ran down to Winry's house. There I asked if Winry could come out and play.

Two hours later, Winry and I were sitting by the river laughing, when I asked her if she ever had any weird dreams.

"Yeah, they're about this girl with black hair and funny shaped eyes." she said.

"I've had them, too!" I told her and relief flooded me because I didn't feel like I was crazy anymore.

"So, I'm not crazy then?" Winry asked me timidly.

"Nopers!" I said, and she giggled, then sighed and smiled.

That night I went to sleep happily, ready for another dream, but I didn't have another one for a long time.

3 yrs. later- 5 yrs. old Al- 4 yrs. old

I woke up from the first dream I had had in ages. I was happy they were back. I had felt empty when they first stopped. The Dream Girl is very sad now. I hope something good happens to her... I thought getting out of bed. I put on a pair of black shorts, and put on a red T-shirt. I then went down stairs for breakfast. I had noticed that after I had had a dream, I was starving the next morning.

"Mommy? What's for breakfast?" I asked excitedly.

"I'll tell you once you wake up your brother, okay?" Mom replied.

"'Kay!"

I ran back upstairs and tried shaking Alphonse, but that didn't work. Next, I tried yelling, "Hey Al, wake up, its breakfast time!" into his ear. That didn't work, either. After I tried dumping cold water on him, I gave up. I walked back down stairs and sat down on the floor.

"Mommy, he won't wake up." I said looking up at her. She sighed and went upstairs. A few minutes later, I heard her coming back down with Alphonse right behind her.

"Now can we eat?" I asked.

"Yes, Edward." Mom said chuckling. "My, you're really hungry today, aren't you?" I nodded vigorously.

We sat down to eat breakfast. Mom was talking to us about something, but I didn't hear because my mind was on the Dream Girl.