A young Shizuo Heiwajima opened his eyes.
Confusion ran through his mind when he saw the whiteness around him. Wasn't he asleep in his bed...?
He heard footsteps behind him, and turned around.
There was a man. He was rather short, and had golden hair tied up in a braid. He had lightly tanned skin, and clothes reminiscent of pre-World War II Germany. He had a dark maroon trench coat.
But, what stood out most of all were his eyes.
Bright, shining, golden eyes. Fierce. Angry. Tense. Wise. Powerful.
Defeated.
"Who... Who are you?" Shizuo asked wearily.
The man seemed to find this amusing. He chuckled.
"Ah... The weariness of a child," He said. He had a carefree and light voice, yet it dragged, heavy with woes.
"Answer me!" Shizuo demanded.
The man looked straight into Shizuo's eyes, making him uncomfortable.
"Who am I...?" A wistful smile grew on his face.
The stare continued.
"I..."
"I am Edward Elric."