Evrona Scott had been a normal, happy little girl. She had lived with her father who had full custody of her, and every other weekend she stayed with her mother. Their family, though broken, was dealing. Or so they thought Evrona had been. She adjusted; she spent time with her friends. To all appearances she was dealing with things and moving on. No one could have guessed at the rage building up inside her.

Now, months after the divorce, she stood alone outside a huge wrought-iron gate, gazing up at the orphanage she would soon be calling home. The sun was at it s late-morning stage, the point where it finally starts giving off substantial heat. The girl stood for a long time just staring at the huge building. It rested on a hill, surrounded by lush, green lawns and blooming flowers. It looked like a pleasant place-To look at through the gate, not to live in.

Evrona Scott was twelve years old but she was very small for her age. Her hair was a mousy, dirty blond color, and it fell to her mid-back in layers, framing her thin, pale face. She gazed up at the orphanage-Wammy's House-with a pair of black eyes; her eyes were huge and sharp against her pale complexion. No one would have guessed that she was an orphan. She stood with her shoulders thrown back, her chin lifted in a defiant manner, and her feet spread to a shoulder's length apart. Her entire demeanor screamed that she was independent, and the expensive clothes she wore indicated that one or both of her parents had been very well off financially.

After what seemed a very long time, the girl finally moved. She was unaccompanied but seemed very sure of where she was going. She pulled open the heavy gate, obviously with a great amount of effort, and stepped into the orphanage s grounds. The lawns were empty and the grounds had that unmistakable hush covering them that indicated that classes were in session.

Wammy's house was no ordinary orphanage. It was an orphanage where only the most intelligent kids were sent. An orphanage filled with child prodigies and special cases. In Evrona's case, she was more on the special case side of things. Her father had been a very wealthy man and wanted nothing but the best for his little girl. Wammy's house had been his first choice for an orphanage to send his daughter to in the event of his death. Seeing as she had no other family to speak of, after her parents' untimely deaths she had been sent to Wammy's, just as her father wished.

As she walked across the pavement toward the large building, her heart was beating quickly. She hated the fact that it was. There was absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Unexpectedly, when she reached the front door she found a young boy sitting outside on the bottom step. He was about Evrona's own age of twelve, had dark, reddish-brown hair and stunningly blue eyes. He was gazing off into space, a game boy hanging loosely in his limp grasp and a pair of goggles hanging around his neck.

"Excuse me," Evrona stepped closer to the boy. "I'm looking for Roger."

"Do I look like a signpost?" The boy asked without turning away from his contemplation of empty air.

Evrona raised an eyebrow at him. "No. I was trying to ask for help. My name is Evrona, by the way. I'm going to be living here now."

Finally the boy looked at her. "I heard you were coming. Name's Matt." He shoved his hand at her, and Evrona shook it, meeting his eyes. The two children looked one another up and down, each liking what they saw. Matt was wearing a white vest and a red and black striped shirt. He looked at her with a little smirk on his face. "What kind of name is Evrona?"

"The name I was given," Evrona allowed a smile to creep across her face. "Now, can you please tell me where I m supposed to go?"

Matt stood up, throwing a companionable arm around Evrona's shoulders. "I'll do better than that, kid. I'll be your friend."

Evrona looked up at him, hating the feel of his arm around her shoulder but resigning herself to having made a new friend already.

And that was the beginning of an interesting time in the young girl's life.

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A/N: Hey guys! Here's the promised DN story. Let me know if you'd rather see this one of my FMA one updated most often. I'm jumping feet first into the world of fan fiction again, so I could use encouragement, advice, and lots and lots of praise :D Thanks for reading!