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Aged 3: I reach up to the desk where my mother keeps the alchemy books and alchemy notes. I reach over the edge and pick up the first book that comes to my hand. An alchemy book about as heavy as a large stone. I drag it over the edge of the desk and lay it on the floor carefully. I open the first page and read the first sentences.

The ancient metaphysical science/mystical art of manipulating and altering matter by using natural energy. This act is known as "Transmutation" and its sequence is usually described as:

Comprehension - Understanding the inherent structure and properties of the atomic or molecular makeup of a particular material to be transmuted, including the flow and balance of potential and kinetic energy within.
Deconstruction - Using energy to break down the physical structure of the identified material into a more malleable state to be easily reshaped into a new form.
Reconstruction - Continuing the flow of energy to reform the material into a new shape.

I look at the page some more and keep reading.

The proper application of this craft requires not only a full understanding of chemistry and ancient alchemical theory, but also a sort of natural talent towards recognizing and manipulating the physical objects with energy, which need uncommon levels of intelligence and aptitude.

I lean on my front and look over the book some more.

There are many paths by which alchemists can transmute the various substances of the world, with some alchemists being said to transmute by way of the Four Classical Elements (Water, Earth, Fire and Air) and some by way of the Three Essential Principles (salt, sulfur and mercury), but the basic tenet at the very foundation of all alchemy is that of Equivalent Exchange.

I wish Father would teach me alchemy... But Mother says He's a very busy man and doesn't have time... She said she only looked after Fathers notes for him when he was gone for work and only told me things he told her. Just then my Farther walked into the room then and looked at my smiling face and bright golden eyes with my dark blonde hair flowing down across the pages to a book. An alchemy book . To be exact. He looked frightened and angry at the same time and shouted at me to get out of the study. I grabbed the book and hobbled on my three-year old leg and 1-year-old auto-mail one. I cried that night and I vowed I wouldn't cry again. I would hold my head high and walk straight though I was three years old I understood most things probably because I was some freaky prodigy.

Aged 6

I'm running forward toward the ocean. The surface glimmers and shines as the sun hits te reflective surface. I turn around and see Ed and Al running side by side up to me. Laughing silently. I grin widely. I wave and my leg slips from under me. I scream out in silent pain and grasp my leg. I start to reach out towards Ed and Al. But they slip away. I crawl out and try to follow but I get picked up and taken away...

"Ed... Al..."I sleep talk. Ed creeps up on me in my sleep and jumps on to me. I sit up and shove him off violently. I stare at him on the floor.
"Ed?" I say hoarsely, "What are you doing?! Jumping on my bed! You little twerp!"

Ed fumes and jumps back up side tackling me across the bed. We wrestle for a while the get worn out.
"Hey Ed, the sun will rise soon. Want to go see it?" I ask. He nods and I get off my bed, my auto-mail clinking on the floor I slip on some boots. I grab the woolen blanket from the end of my bed.

We walk carefully out my room and across the hall, around the creaky floorboards, to get to the stairs. We walk down the stairs jumping over the last two because they were creaky. We make our way to the kitchen and step on to the cold stone floor to get to the back door. I reach up and stand on my tip toes to reach the handle and twist the knob.
The door opens and lets in a small gust of cold wind. I shiver and Ed grabs my arm.

"I'm cold Sis..." He says. I hold the blanket around him too. He grins and takes a step on to the dewy grass. I step out side with him and walk to the tree with our swing on. I stand and tell Ed to sit on te swing so he doesn't freeze his feet.

The sun slowly rises up in the far eat of te horizon. The sky coloured in red and pinks and light oranges, the sky slowly turning a light blue colour. I smile down at Ed and see im shiver. He doesn't have the blanket on. I do. I quickly take it off and put it on to his shoulders. He instantly slackens and smiles up at me.

I hear the back door open and Mother is standing there with Alphonse standing behind her clutching her skirt.
"What are you two doing out here? It's cold! Come inside and I'll make some warm milk." Mother says. Ed and I recoil at the thought of milk. We stare at each other and nod.
"We don't want milk!" We both say at the same time, then bust out laughing then calm down and walk inside. I ruffle Alphonse's hair and smile down at him. He smiles back up at me and hugs me.

"Now what's that for Al? You don't usually hug me..." I say. Al just keeps hugging me, "Seriously... I want to go to the table Al. Al. Alphonse!"

Alphonse lets go of me and stares at his feet, "I just wanted to hug you Big Sis..."

I stare at Al and walk to the table, "Okay. That's cool." I look at Mother and ask, "What's for breakfast?"