This story will be based on both the FMA and FMAB series. Enjoy.

Book One: Deliverance

Edward Elric was guilty of many things. He tried to resurrect his mother, lost his brother's body and trapped the boy's soul in a suit of armor, and created and inhuman monster that he abandoned to death. In his arrogance, Edward made another horrific mistake. I hate him for it. But I will help him and his brother regain their bodies, because in doing so, I may finally return home.

The last thing I remember of my world is lying down next to the love of my life, the man I would marry, and falling asleep…

So, why exactly was my face being pelted by water? My senses came back to me slowly, as if I was waking from a long slumber. I turned my face to the side in annoyance from the tickling raindrops (what else could it have been?) and flinched when my cheek met grass. I inhaled deeply in shock and paused at the strange odor. It smelled strongly of wet sod, but different somehow. It was more pungent...sharper. I inhaled again, trying to figure out why my mind registered the familiar scent, but that it was somehow wrong. I struggled to open my eyes but they were heavy and unresponsive, almost as if…

Was I hungover? It made sense in a way. It wouldn't have been the first time I passed out after a fun night of partying. But that couldn't be right. I hadn't been drinking for months.

The wind picked up, rustling the grass and tugging at my damp clothes. A violent shiver tore through my body and for the first time I was able to register a faint niggling of worry. I was outside, with no idea where or how I got there, I was freezing, and I couldn't move. I struggled again to lift my eyes, and when I couldn't, worry transformed into panic.

Move dammit! Was this what hypothermia felt like? Was my body already shutting down? Was I going to die here like an idiot who decided to take a nap in the rain?

A clap of thunder went off like an explosion, causing adrenaline to spike horrifically through me as it shook the earth. My eyes snapped open with a startled gasp. Frantically I looked around and saw…nothing. I could feel the water falling obnoxiously into my open eyes, but I couldn't see! I clumsily sat up, at least relieved that the spell on my limbs was lifted.

I scanned my surroundings and realized that my problem wasn't blindness; it was the fact that it was night. Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began taking in details around me.

I was in a grassy field, as I had thought, at the top of what looked like a small hill. The rain made it difficult to see, but I could faintly make out a light at the bottom of the hill, perhaps half a mile from myself, that could be a house.

How on earth did I get out in the countryside? I lived in the middle of a city; there wasn't country in a twenty-mile radius in any direction. Another violent shiver worked through my body and I awkwardly folded my leaden arms across my chest for warmth. Again there was an intense feeling of wrongness, but I was too numb to figure out what. I ignored it for the moment and focused on getting to my feet. I had to get to the source of light in the distance. After much flailing, I managed to finally stand and take a few stumbling steps toward the hopefully life saving light. My balance was off horribly and it occurred to me that I might have a concussion. That would definitely go a long way in explaining why I was having so much trouble with normal motor functions. I felt so small under the roaring gale and tried to move faster. I stumbled a lot, and tripped more than once, leaving bloody gouges on my bare knees, but I finally made it, more than a little out of breath.

In front of me was a quaint two story house. It was light colored, with two porches, one on each floor. I struggled to the front porch and gazed longingly into the windows that showed bright enough to make me squint. An old wooden sign served as a resting post for my tired body and I leaned against it heavily. Although I had only walked half a mile, I felt exhausted, as if I hadn't eaten in days. I curled my arms around my stomach, a habit I had taken to in the past few months… and met nothing but air.

"What?" The rain took my voice, roaring in my ears. Slowly…so slowly…I dragged my hand from my sternum to my pelvis and felt nothing. Nothing!

The numbness I had been feeling fled from my body in a wash of vile adrenaline and I scrabbled frantically over my torso looking for something that should be there, but wasn't! I tore off my shirt and stared down, squinting past the water in my panic filled eyes and straining to see by the dim light from the windows. To my abject horror, my blurred vision only registered what my other senses had been telling me. I looked past my flat flat chest to see an equally flat stomach.

I screamed.

This isn't happening, this isn't happening, where is she, WHERE IS SHE!

I howled incoherently into the air, gripping my torso in panic. This was wrong! WRONG! It's not possible, how could I lose her WHERE IS SHE!

The door to the house slammed open with a bang, but I did not hear it. Small hands roughly shook my shoulders, but I felt nothing. The rain pounded down around me still, but I was beyond its cold touch.

The only thing my panic filled mind could register was that I didn't know where I was, I was cold and tired and disoriented, and I was no longer carrying my beautiful unborn Alyssa.

Hello readers. I had this idea randomly on my way to Olive Garden and I thought I would inflict it upon you. I was wondering if the thing Ed had brought to life had a soul, and if so, where it came from. Thus this story was born. I've watched both of the FMA series and none of the comic books, so all of my content will come from there. No worries, this won't be a Mary Sue story, I will only make the characters as outlandish and ridiculous as they are in the series (which is pretty outlandish and ridiculous. Should be fun.)

Constructive criticism is welcome, so please tell me what you think. This will be a multi chapter story and most of the chapters will probably be a lot longer than this one, but I think this length gets my point across. See you next time!