Full Summary: She is strong. She is a survivor. She is one of the greatest alchemy wielders. She is the military's secret. When havoc rules the land and danger lurks around every corner, lives in every shadow she is called upon to help bring order back to the land. So together with the legendary Full Metal Alchemist and his younger brother, who is a soul that is bonded to a suit of armor, they go in search of peace, revenge, the philosopher's stone, and perhaps even love?
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(just so ya know)
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Chapter One: The Lost One
Nobody knows her story. Nobody is supposed to know, even if she had the option of telling someone what happened she doubted that she would. Besides most people don't care to hear about how someone was orphaned at the age of 15, of how you witnessed your mother's death by your father's hand, and then used his alchemy on himself. Looking strait at you when he did it, he spoke, his voice just above a whisper, "I'm sorry, I did what had to be done." And with that he causes his body to shut down, one system at a time, and then finally die when his heart finally gave. Nobody wanted to hear that, nobody is suppose to know that. Since then Lilliana has had to fend for herself, and would have it no other way. Now, at 16, she has become a strong minded woman, a highly trained assassin, and one of alchemy's greatest wielders. But by looking at her you wouldn't be able to tell. Her small frame betrayed the raw power of her strong body, her eyes that changed color with the change of her mood and the black, tightly curled hair that reached the small of her back, and her creamy porcelain colored skin gave off a look of innocence. One that despite, all of her training in the arts of self defense or the art of taking a human life, she still believed held true.
As Lilliana walked off of her porch that surrounded her small cottage, she walked to the small brook that was only about twenty feet from her front steps. She filled a bucket with its cool, fresh water and headed to an old tree stump that had a basket next to it filled with clothes that needed to be washed. Taking her washboard in hand, she added the soapstone and began her second favorite thing to do, washing clothes. She began humming a song and then started singing out load:
Seems
like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so
tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me
tight
Everything felt so right
Unbreakable like nothing could
go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No I can't sleep
I'm barely
hanging on
Here I am
Once again
I'm torn into
pieces
Can't deny it
Can't pretend
Just thought you were the
one
Broken up deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I
cry
Behind these hazel eyes
I told you everything
Opened
up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my
life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So
together but so broken up inside
cause I can't breathe
No I
can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on
Here I am
Once
again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it
Can't pretend
Just
thought you were the one
Broken up deep inside
But you won't
get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Swallow
me then spit me out
For hating you I blame myself
Seeing you it
kills me now
No I don't cry on the
outside
ANYMORE!...Anymore
Here I am
Once again
I'm
torn into pieces
Can't deny it
Can't pretend
Just thought
you were the one
Broken up deep inside
But you won't get to see
the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Here I am
Once
again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it
Can't pretend
Just
thought you were the one
Broken up deep inside
But you won't
get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Behind These Hazel Eyes : Kelly Clarkson: Breakaway
She slowly closed her eyes and a gently sigh escaped her lips. Then she heard the sound of metal footsteps coming from down the lane. When she turned to look who it was, she saw a man in a suit of armor carrying a young man. The voice of a child called to her from the armor, "please," he pleaded, "can you help my brother, he is hurt."
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