Prologue
"(f/n), can you run some errands for me?" Asks (f/n)'s mother, Emily.
"Um, yeah sure. Just leave me a list of what you need and I'll head down as soon as I'm done." (f/n) replied. She was still getting dressed. Se had a terrible sleep the night before, but she can't just figure out why.
(f/n) is a ten year old girl who had just finished her second last year of primary school. She's tall for her age. She has (h/l) (h/c) and bright, (e/c) eyes. She had a younger sister named Delilah, who had deep, chocolate-brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, and was five years old. Her mother and father were also alive and happy. Her mother, Emily, had soft, (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes (you get your looks from you mother) and her father, Andrew, had the same chocolate-brown hair and chocolate eyes as Delilah. (A/N if your name is either Emily or Delilah, then you can change the mother's and the sister's name if you want)
(f/n) finished putting on her (f/c) shorts and her white jumper, put on her sneakers and went down to the local market to get what her mother requested, yet poor (f/n) didn't know the horrific incident that was about to occur.
"Huh, okay. Let's see. Pasta, milk, carrots..." (f/n) started to read the shopping list her mother gave her as she walked into the market, but before she could actually get through the doors, she heard a familiar voice.
"Hey (f/n)! Over hear!" (f/n) sighed at the voice knowing exactly who it was.
"Mr Horanson! What have you broken this time?" She asked in a joking manner.
"Ah aha, well, you see, I accidentally broke my wife's vase that she loves so much and I was hoping you could fix it with your alchemy before she finds out." The man asks. (f/n) just laughed at his facial expression. (f/n) was an alchemist. She had always been interested in deconstructing matter to make something else. She understood everything she was taught, and wasn't half bad at it too. The alchemy she specialised in was unique, and too her knowledge, she is only one who can perform it. She uses sound to her advantage. For example, she can create sound waves to knock her enemies off their feet.
"Yeah sure, just hang on a tick." (f/n) got out a piece of chalk and drew a transmutation circle. She got the broken vase and placed it the middle of the circle, then she clapped her hands together and put both hands down on the circle. There was a bright blue light and there, in the middle of the circle, was the vase in its original form.
"Here you go!" (f/n) gave Mr Horanson the vase.
"Oh thank you (f/n)! You're a life saver!" (f/n) slightly blushed at the praise.
"Pleasure doin' business with ya!" (f/n) called as she turned on her heel and walked into the market.
After (f/n) had finished the errands and walked out of the market, she saw people gathering around the streets. She saw multiple fire engines zoom past, hearing the siren go off.
'Wow, the fire must be pretty big.'
Then (f/n) noticed the fire engines turn into her street. She got a really uneasy feeling in her stomach.
"Oh no!" She quickly started to sprint back home, anxious to see if everyone was okay, not realising that she had dropped the groceries. When she turned to the block of land they had her house on, she became stiff. The sight was horrendous. The house was covered in angry red and orange flames. The flames were dancing, bringing the little house down, being turned to ash. She quickly looked around to see if her parents and Delilah were safe, but she couldn't see any familiar faces.
The firefighters finally put the fires out. (f/n) had tears building up in her eyes. She turned to the closet firefighter.
"Please ma'am! I can't find my family!" The firefighter looked at her in shock, then a worried look went on her face.
"Is this your house?" She asked. (f/n) nodded in reply, letting just a few tears roll down her cheeks.
"Don't worry, we'll send a search party to see if there are any survivors." The poor firefighter didn't realise how much that comment was unsettling to poor (f/n).
An hour had past after the search party had been sent to search the house. (f/n) started to feel sick, this is all to horrific to be true. She looked up to see three firemen come out of the ruins of the house with sad looks on their faces. The firefighter who tried to comfort you earlier walked to the search party. All (f/n) saw were the firemen sadly shake their heads and all looked to the ten year old girl.
Now (f/n) started crying. Water falls of tears pouring down her cheeks, unable to stop. She felt her heart sink into her stomach. She felt her knees buckle and fell into the soil, hands covering her face as she cried into her shaking palms. Everyone who was watching the firefighters all turned their attention to the crying girl and all instantly felt sorry.
(f/n) started to feel dizzy. Everything was too much for her. The smell of smoke, burnt rubber, the fact that her family was dead, it was over whelming. (f/n) tried to stand up but failed, and fell down again, fainting. The last thing she heard were gasps and worried screams before everything went black.
(f/n) woke up, startled from what seemed to be a bad dream. As she bolted up, she startled the nurse and some familiar faces.
"Mm.. Where am I?" (f/n) groaned in pain, her head not adjusting to the movement.
"Miss (l/n)?" The nurse asked, (f/n) looking up at her in response.
"Your in Central hospital."
'Central? Why on earth am I in Central?'
Then (f/n) remembered what happened before she blacked out.
"Please, the fire, the house, my family! Please tell me that everyone is okay!" (f/n) yelled, shocking the nurse and your guests. Everyone looked down at their feet, sadness sprawled across everyone's faces. (f/n)'s face also saddened, she started to cry.
"(f/n), if there is anything we can do, we'll happily oblige." Said Mr Horanson with his wife next to him, nodding in agreement. (f/n) thought of an idea. She looked to her right to see a piece of paper and a pencil. She quickly grabbed the two objects and fiercely started scribbling something on the paper. She finished writing and gave it to Mrs Horanson.
"Water. Carbon. Ammonia. Lime. Phosphorus. Salt. Saltpeter, what's all this for?" Mrs Horanson asked.
"It, uh, it's, it's for a medicine. I don't feel too well and my mum taught me a way to cure it quickly." (f/n) lied. Everyone looked at her suspiciously.
"But your in a hospital? Why do want to make this." One of the guests asked.
"It might help me with my grieving." (f/n) said, making herself look upset. Everyone in the room turned and glared at the person who asked.
"Of course we'll get this for you. Just hang tight, okay?" (f/n)'s face lit up. She felt bad that she was lying to the people who are doing there best to help her, but she knew she couldn't tell anyone what she was planning to do, not just yet anyway.
(fn)'s neighbours came back from the market to return to (f/n) scribbling more things on another piece of paper.
"Don't tell us your giving us another shopping list!" Mr Horanson said in a joking manner. (f/n) just laughed at this.
"Haha, no it's not, it's just a little drawing, thats all. Hey, I'm getting a bit tired. Thanks for the help you guys, I'm just going to have a quick nap." (f/n) said with a fake yawn.
"Okay, but if you need anything just give us call." Said another one of the neighbours. (f/n) gave a quick smile and nod and rolled onto her side, back facing the neighbours. As soon as everyone left, the (h/c) girl quickly bolted up and got the groceries, the paper and a bit of chalk that was left in her pocket. She got on the ground and measured out all the ingredients. She then drew a massive transmutation circle and place all the ingredients in the middle. She got out her pocket knife (for self-defence only) made a small slit on her index finger, letting a few drops of blood drop onto the ingredients. (f/n) clapped her hands and then put on the edge of the transmutation circle.
"Please, bring Delilah back to me!" She shouted. There was a flash of blue light, then changed to purple. Just ask quickly as the lights changed colour, (f/n)'s expression turned from determined to frightened. Then all of a sudden everything went black.
Your POV
I woke up to see I was in a white room, with nothing but a big, grey door.
'This can't be the hospital, where is the bed and every thing?'
I looked over to my left and saw a white figure with a shadow surrounding it. In fact, if it wasn't for the shadow, I wouldn't of been able to see it. The white figure had no facial features, except for a wide grin that reminded me of the cheshire cat.
"Hello (f/n)." My eyes widened as I heard the figure say my name.
"How do know you know my name? Who are you?!" I said with a mixture of anger and terror in my voice. The white figured just laughed, and this made me feel even more uncomfortable.
"I am so glad you asked that. I am called by many names. I am the world, I am the universe, I am God, I am truth, I am all, I am one, and I am you." He pointed to me as he said the last part. Then all of a sudden, the big grey door started to open and a mass of small, black hands reached and grabbed me, pulling me into the opened door.
"NO! LET ME GO! STOP!" I screamed, trying to break out of the millions of tiny hand's grip.
"Quiet, child. This is what you wanted, isn't it? I will show you... the Truth!" The figure said before I got dragged through the door. Pictures flashed before my eyes. It hurt so much. It felt like all the images were trying to cram themselves into my brain. My head felt like it was about to explode.
"NO! STOP PLEASE! I'VE HAD ENOUGH! IT'S TOO MUCH!" I shouted, thrashing violently in the hands' grip. I tried to close my eyes but I couldn't, the tiny hands didn't let me. Then a light bulb went off in my head.
'This is Truth!'
Then before I knew it, I started to crumble away. I was back in the white room with the figure, except something was different. It's left arm wasn't white anymore, it was a flesh colour. Before I could process anything the figure spoke.
"Did you like it, child?" The figure asked.
"Why are you doing this to me?! What did I ever do to you?!" I was getting really ticked off now. I just want to go back to my hospital bed.
"Now, don't get mad at me. You brought this upon yourself, foolish girl. This is what happens when you try and do God's work."
"Stop talking in riddles and just tell it straight!" I yelled. I've had enough of this. It's all too confusing.
"I'm sorry, but it looks like you have to leave now. You have paid you're toll." The figure said. Before I could come back with something I blacked out again.
3rd Person POV:
(f/n) opened her eyes. She felt a sharp pain in her left arm. She looked it what was left of her arm and screamed in pain, clutching the bloody stub. She then looked in front of her to see what she made.
"Delilah!" (f/n)'s face lit up and but quickly turned into a look of horror when she saw that what she thought was Delilah, certainly was not her younger sister. She screamed again, even louder then before. Nurses and doctors started running into her hospital room and looked at her with terrified eyes. (f/n) felt her eyes slowly droop close as she blacked out, AGAIN!
It has been five years since (f/n) attempted the taboo and lost her arm. She was sent to the Rockbell house hold and got an auto mail arm thanks to a girl called Winry Rockbell. She was also visited but a man by the name of Roy Mustang from the military who offered her a spot in the military to become a state alchemist. (f/n) hesitantly agreed as she thought that this would give her something to do instead of her grieving for her family. (f/n) wanted the auto mail and rehab to be done in a year, and it was the most painful and traumatic thing she has ever been through. She was fifteen now and is a state alchemist.
She is the first alchemist to get 100% in the written part of the test, and she also was the first person to beat Furer King Bradley by knocking him off his feat using her alchemy created sound waves, then used her voice and sung a lullaby. No can resist shutting their eyes when the (e/c) eyed girl sings. The state alchemist name that was given to her was the Song Bird Alchemist.