*The Philosopher Stone Alchemist - Chapter 1: The Coded Book*
June 1st, 1850
It has started. For the first time, an alchemist has created something from nothing. I am not so particulary fond of it myself, but what can I do? It's my talent. Fuhrer Bradley says that my skills could come in handy someday. As flattering as that is, Hohenheim suggests otherwise. I'm torn apart.
June 5th, 1850
I am now an official State Alchemist. Because of my ability, I have been nicknamed, "The Philosopher Stone Alchemist." I am proud to serve my country. It may be small, but Shanoa is still a mighty country.
June 10th, 1850
I have got to get out of here! Fuhrer Bradley lied. Using my abilities, he is wiping out Shanoa. I could fight, but I fear it is far too late. I must go into hiding. No one must know that I, The Philosopher Stone Alchemist, are still alive. I can only imagine what the road ahead has in store.
*150 Years Later*
Edward Elric sat down on the blue couch. He picked up a magazine and began to read. Slowly, he began to feel sleepy. He looked at the clock. "12:30 Huh? I should probably get some sleep." And with that, Edward starting sleeping. Inside his dream, Edward looked around. He noticed an empty city. All of a sudden, the roads and buildings turned to blood and fell to the ground. Edward watched in horror as little creatures started crawling out of the blood. Edward was about to scream, when an arm shut him up. The arm belonged to Alphonse. Human Alphonse. Edward jumped off of the couch.
After getting ready, Edward went to Central Station. He walked into Colonel Mustang's office. "Hey Colonel, how's it going?" Edward said as he sat down. Mustang showed his face of displeasure. "Fullmetal, why are you 3 hours late?" Edward looked at the clock. "I'm not 3 hours- HOLY CRAP!" Colonel chuckled a little bit. "Let me guess. You're too short to reach your clock, is that right?" Edward was pissed off. "What did you just say?" Colonel went back to his paper work. "Listen, Edward, I know you're rather tired but focus."
Edward watched as Mustang pulled out a list of names. "We still have no idea where Alphonse has been taken to, but we have a report claiming that they have heard large clanking sounds in East City." Edward lit up. There is another story behind this. A while ago, they had found a fake Philosopher Stone. They had not known this until after it exploded. It had opened a vortex and took Alphonse away.
The Colonel continued. "There have also been a report of a large, demon like man burning down homes and killing families, leaving their bodies outside the doors. We want you to investigate. Oh, and here. This came for you." Mustang handed Edward a book. The title said, "Alchemy And It's Understandings." After Edward and Mustang said goodbye, Armstrong entered the room. "Hello Edward." Edward fainted. "Please tell me you're not-" Mustang finished for him. "Coming with you? You bet he is."
Edward and Armstrong boarded the train. Edward looked at the book in his lap. "Well, may as well get reading this." He opened the book. Edward was suprised. He flipped the book, page after page, only to find nothing. All it had was random letters jumbled up. Edward smiled. He thought, "coded, eh? Well, whoever sent this must be challenging me."
He noticed a tiny slip of paper fall out. It said, "Atbash." In a few hours, the train pulled up to East Central. Edward got out and stretched. He went to the library. Armstrong said, "Edward, what about our business here?" Ed brushed him off. "I need to do some research fisrt." He went up to the desk. "Can I get a book about something called Atbash?" In a few seconds, the woman gave him a couple of books titled, "Atbash Cipher."
Armstrong grabbed Edward's arm. "Business first. Let's go." Edward sighed. "Fine." Moments later, Edward and Armstrong dealt with the person killing people and burning houses. It turns out he was also making the clanking sound. Edward sat down at the table and began writing down information about the Atbash cipher. After a while, he began deciphering the book he had been sent.
When Armstrong woke up, he looked at Edward. "An allnighter Ed? Is that healthy for you? You need sleep to grow, you know." Edward ignored his comment. Armstrong walked up to Edward. Edward said, "This book. It has information on...The Philosopher Stone Alchemist." Armstrong was confused. "Who?" Edward stood up. "An alchemist who can create ANYTHING from nothing!" Armstrong gasped. "What!?" Edward turned around. "There's more. He's in hiding. Somewhere on an island called Shanoa. Know that place."
Armstrong looked down. "Shanoa hasn't been known for quite some time. It was destroyed 150 years ago. With everyone on it." Edward gasped.