I know what you're all thinking, oh no, she's going to abandon Muscles and Automail(if you've reading that!), but no I'm not. This is a prologue for another story and I decided to post it up and see what people think. if you guys don't like it, it's coming down. Also ths will not be updated again until Muscles and Automail is over probably. I might update this once in a while during that time, but Muscles and Automail is my top priority. Also then I hope to have a good few chapters of this written down on paper. See I'm planning ahead. Thisis just a prologue by the way, nothing special.

Also thank ike1440 for making me put this up.

Date of Compltion: October 5th, 2010

Update date: October 6th, 2010

Word Count: 1,001

I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist.


Life is a game.

In a game you fight for the prize of winning and getting to the end. You can land on spaces that move you forward, give you rewards, and even knock you out of the game or make you start over. Rolling a die is like taking a risk and being knocked a few spaces backwards is liking a mistake and having to start over somewhere new. Spaces that you get rewards are like when you take a big risk and it was the right call, earning you a better social status, getting married, having kids, and even making money.

Moving forward is like getting older, in a game you normally are better at the game as time continues and in life it's the same principle. You're a wiser older you, who won't make the same mistakes you made twenty years ago. You know how to survive in this world without getting killed every ten seconds. When you're a child you need someone to help you, just like you do in the beginning of a game, but by the time you've been in the game long enough, you're fine and thriving, or at least attempting, unless you're just a really really bad game player. Then you just suck at life and are normally a failure.

When you're in a game you normally end up in some penalty box unless you're just that good at the game at least once. Everyone in their lifetime gets in trouble some way or another, big or small, but eventually in the game you can get out of it, by either waiting a certain amount of turns, paying game money, or even rolling the dice a certain way. It's simple concept, but in real life things are much harder. I should know.

In a game, you gamble to win and if you don't there's no big deal. You lose, so what? Your friends make fun of you for a while and then they forget until the next time you lose. And if you lose every time, I suggest a new game. In life, if you gamble the stakes are much much higher. They could be your life, your family's life, and everything else you hold dear.

Most people's lives are like a game. They take risks, are pushed back in life, win sometimes, and eventually the game is over. It's really rather simple if you think about it.

And yet there are some concepts I just can't wrap my mind around.

I don't understand how some people don't learn from their mistakes. They understood what they did was wrong, but they do it again hoping for a different end result. I can name one person who is just that damn stubborn.

Edward Elric.

I can say so much about him. He's stubborn, childish, impulsive, a fool, idiot, has no regard for public property or his own health, rash, stupid, stubborn, egomaniac, he has a god-complex (even though he won't admit it), a dog of the military, and very very stubborn. Yeah I know I said stubborn three times, but if you knew the guy, you'd understand why I said stubborn three times. Let me give you an example.

One time when he was about twenty three he tried over and over to open a jar full of peaches, refusing to allow anyone to help him. We later learned that my brother had used alchemy to solder the damn metal top to the glass jar, that damn bastard. After several hours of trying to pry the jar's cap off, he eventually just threw it against a wall and when everyone told him he had wasted a perfectly good jar of peaches, he just ate them off the floor.

Like I said, Edward Elric is the most stubborn man on the face of this planet. The only one who even comes close to his level of pigheadness is my brother and myself. But even we know when to allow someone to help us and we're from a rich family who hates the help if anyone!

Yet I love the damn brat known as Edward Elric with all my heart.

If you look behind that stubborn and iron wall of his you discover, someone truly amazing. Sure he's stubborn but that's what keeps him and the people he holds dear alive, he's their rock in dark times, he's actually rather sweet when he has to be, he can actually fight, he's in the military now for the sake of making sure our country survives, and when he loves he doesn't hold back. He puts his whole heart into everything he does, he never half-asses anything. All of his other traits just make him all that more my Edward Elric.

One other thing that I love about the blonde ray of sunshine is that he never gives up and always tries to do the impossible. The scariest thing is that he always seems to be able to do the impossible except for one incident, but let's not get into that. He detests talking about his failed human transformation. Everyone else was always telling him he was losing his mind, that the horrors of being in the military so long and everything else that had happened to him, had made him go crazy, but he proved them all wrong, proved me wrong.

Hell, seeing me would have been enough to make someone think they themselves were crazy.

I didn't even think it was possible to do what he did and hell I am living proof that the impossible isn't always impossible. Dead is dead, you don't walk among the living anymore.

Yet my stupid blonde little alchemist proved me wrong, much to my disbelief. Even now I'm still shocked when I think about what he did and still does every day, from the time he gets up until he time he goes to bed and even in his sleep.

I mean how could you love a dead girl?


Well heres the prologue! Review and tell me what you think. It will make me write faster!

Byes!

-j.d.y.