Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, manga based
Genre: Adventure/Drama
Characters:OC anyone I can cram in
Pairings: None that I'm planning
Author's Note:Yeah this is a redo of the story Why Me? it was originally going to be a lot more serious and a lot less stupid than it turned out. Anyway I've made a lot of plot changes, my OC lives in Amestris to start with and he's not an alchemist. Ummmm.... I know I was gonna say something else but I forgot what it was..... shit oh well TO THE STORY!!!
In the late 1890s the nation of Ishval- a small mostly unknown neighbor of the larger state of Amestris- due to economic difficulties requested that the Amestrian government officially annex the nation of Ishval. Needless to say the Fuhrer of Amestris and the High Command of the Amestrian State Military were more than happy to oblige.
At first everything went well the State Military sent soldiers and alchemists to bring resources and economic aid, and many Ishvalans moved out of their homeland and into the larger eastern area of Amestris, Ishvalans became a large part of everyday Amestrian society starting businesses, industries, and even holding high-ranking positions in the State Military.
However as a result of the widespread religion of Ishval tensions between the Ishvalans and the military began to rise. Among the many beliefs of the religion was that alchemy- because of the rearranging of the natural form of an object- was a blasphemy to the god Ishvala and all that he had created. Over the next few years tensions rose and fell, until one year during a street riot an unfortunate soldier accidentally fired his weapon killing an Ishvalan child. While under normal circumstances this incident would have ended with a mourning family and an imprisoned soldier, the death of the child was exactly the spark needed to detonate the proverbial powder keg.
Entire divisions of the State Military were sent into Ishval and promptly crushed by the determined resistance, as the death count piled up the military High Command made a two pronged decision to purge the Military of all Ishvalans and to unleash the State Military's ultimate weapons, the State Alchemists.
As war devastated Ishval violence began to spread throughout the entire Eastern sector of Amestris. Ishvalans and Amestrians some up to that point neighbors or friends began to fight and kill each other as the increasingly disturbing rumors from Ishval continued to indicate something more sinister than a simple insurrection. As violence spread across the East, towns were wiped off the map and villages disappeared as though never there, cities once filled with towering buildings and teeming masses were reduced to crushed piles of blood-soaked rubble.
A worse fate was endured by those few who escaped the mass battles, starvation was a constant problem, and both sides routinely practiced torture, those who were alone never lived long. The only way to survive was to find a group to take you in, and to become as hard, callous, and unfeeling as everyone else.
It took several years after the official end of the Ishvalan Rebellion to get the rest of the East under control. Thousands of Ishvalans and half-Ishvalans immigrated to other countries away from the prejudice that would haunt them here. In the meantime the numbers of the State Military fluctuated wildly, as many soldiers who fought in Ishval decided against reenlistment or ate their pistols, and were replaced by the new generation, people who had known nothing but death and violence and had no patience, or no desire to learn anything else. As the years passed the numbers grew smaller, but still month after month hundreds of "civilian veterans" of the Rebellion flocked to recruitment centers across the war-torn East...