FULL SUMMARY: In an unreal world, where familiar faces and even those of the deceased friends and family managed to exist. In a world called Germany, a young golden haired teenage boy is left to believe that since he has left his real home with his brother, that there is nothing left for him. That is.. Until he sees the face of the one, he cannot seem to forget.
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"A Parallel Universe"
Chapter One; The Memories.
A flame crackled as shadows from the trickling fire danced upon the pale skin of a boy with sun-kissed hair. His blank eyes stared endlessly at the flame; reminding him of the memories that he could never escape. He tried to keep his memory vague, so he wouldn't regret anything. But he did.
A door opened with a hair raising squeal, but it didn't seem to bother the teenager. "Brother?" A brown haired boy shifted into the room and peered at the golden locks of the teen sitting near the fire. "Brother, I'm going out."
"With the girl from the store- Winry, right?" The older one responded timidly.
The smokey-brown headed boy grinned sheepishly as a tint of red struck his face.
"I'm happy for you, Alphonse."
"Edward?"
"You've got everything now. It's all being served to you on a silver platter, and you just can't help but to take what you can. I guess this world has really taken to your prayers. Or maybe its, its own way of providing for you ever since you've regained your own flesh…"
Alphonse sighed heavily and leaned a bit to get a better view of the metal arm that his brother bared. There was only one of them, now, facing the sins they've caused.. And Alphonse couldn't do anything except feel as much as a burden as the metallic sheet metal did to his brother. Alphonse set a few pounds* on the table. "Brother.. You'll find what you're looking for, soon enough."
They both knew that Edward wasn't looking for a silly little stone any longer. They knew alchemy could not be used ever again in their new world. And what Edward sought out was a piece of his body, but it wasn't attached...
Once Edward heard the front door close with a squeak, he turned to the coffee table with tears swarming in his golden eyes. He couldn't bring up the confidence or courage to tell himself that his heart would regain the flame that once lit his way through the dark abyss called life.
End, of Chapter One; The Memories.
The * or star marked the word; pound. I wasn't sure what currency they used- so I used British currency.
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