AUTHOR'S NOTE: After going through much consideration, I decided to delete my original story and re-create this fantasy story that has the Scar X Winry pairing inside. With many thanks to FFX fanfic storylines, of course. (Aurikku fanfic common plots)

DISCLAIMER: I will never try to oppose Hiromu Arakawa in owning the Fullmetal Alchemist characters! So all of them don't belong to me unless the original characters which I create but are way too insignificant.

NOTE: This is a slight AU, so it may not follow the manga or anime at some parts of the story. Please bear with it, thank you.

THE GIRL WHO TRANSCENDED TIME, an xXredEMPTionXx fanfiction story

JOURNEY ONE: NEVER KNOWING HIS NAME

Winry Rockbell pointed the gun at the famous criminal known all over Amestris, the one who had a famous scar on his forehead. In front of her was also Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist who had been surprised at his childhood friend suddenly turning extreme into pointing a gun at the criminal.

"Winry!" Ed called out to her as he stationed in a battle position to fight Scar. "Don't shoot!"

The young Rockbell's mind was full of confusion. She was at a loss of what to do except to point the pistol at the criminal. If she shot at him, he would be killed and she could avenge her parents who were reportedly killed by this dangerous Ishbalan. If she did not attempt to kill him, he would get away scot-free and she would have done her parents injustice.

"Don't shoot, Winry!" Al, also known as Alphonse Elric, called out to her from the other end.

"The daughter of the two doctors from Ishbal?" Scar suddenly spoke out as he shifted his red pupils to look at the country girl. Winry gave a slight drawback in her sapphire eyes. "You have the right to kill me."

Winry's eyes widened as she heard the words coming out of Scar's mouth. She continued to hold a tightened grasp on the gun. She was speechless too, her mind confused with both fear and confusion. To shoot or not to shoot, only these two choices kept ringing in her mind.

"But if you shoot me," Scar continued. "I'll consider you my enemy."

"Winry, don't shoot!" Ed shouted to her as he turned his eyes back to the Ishbalan terrorist to prepare for a difficult battle. "Whatever it is, just don't shoot!"

"Scar!" She shouted out abruptly at the Ishbalan whose eyes turned to catch her attention. He was still standing there calmly without being intimidated by the gun pointing at him at all. "WHY? Why? Of all people, why my parents? Didn't they save your people as well?"

He closed his eyes and remained silent again. Turning his body to face the Rockbell, Scar reopened his eyes and spread his arms. She was startled at what the Ishbalan was going to do, especially when he was not going to defend himself from the shot if she fired it.

"Shoot me if you want," he gave a quick array of words. The Ishbalan raised his head up and closed his eyes. "If that is what you wish to avenge your parents, Winry Rockbell. It's time I seen enough of you."

"Seen enough of me?" Winry's eyes widened as she lowered the gun and stood up to face him. "I don't get what you mean." She took brief steps to begin her walk towards him, footstep by footstep.

"Don't get near him, Winry!" She heard Ed's voice call out to her, but ignored it to approach Scar. He reopened his red eyes and looked down at the teenager from Reseembool. The wind blew as it shuffled his white hair and Winry's flowing golden ponytail. The two looked at each other for a brief moment.

"Bouzu," Scar looked at Winry who was a head shorter than him. "Can you remember that?" The Rockbell shook her head in response. "Winry Rockbell, you don't seem to age at all. Why is that so?"

"What do you mean?" The golden-haired girl questioned his peculiar speech. She looked up at him to face his calm and expressionless face. "Why are you asking me these things when we haven't met before?" At that instant, Scar's pupils contracted to reveal his shocked state. The young Rockbell was undaunted by his look but just confused at Scar's use of seemingly figurative language.

"Winry, duck!" She heard Ed's voice from behind. She turned to see that Ed had begun his ambush on Scar. It was too late, for his automail leg kicked her to the left in which her head hit a certain piece of rock on the debris created by the battle earlier where she fell into a deep state of unconsciousness.

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Winry Rockbell had regained consciousness by the constant pushing of someone. Her eyes were still closed, but she heard a male teenage voice calling out to her loudly. She opened her eyes to see a boy of somewhat brownish hair with dark skin and red eyes.

"Miss, are you alright?" He asked her politely. Her eyes now fully open to see that the boy was wearing a rather strange outfit belonging to people staying in the eastern arid regions. Winry took a closer look at the boy, oblivious of his scary red eyes. Her eyes came closer to look at the boy who had a sudden startled look. "Are you okay?"

"You look like an Ishbalan," she replied back at him where the boy had crept back away from her sudden action of getting close to him.

"This place is Ishbal!" He had a rather uptight tone in his voice from the strange girl he had just saw unconscious minutes ago. "But you don't look like an Ishbalan though. Your blue eyes do look scary..."

"How on earth did I get here anyway?" She closed and opened her eyes as she got up from the dirty ground. She looked around to see that she had been unconscious in an alley between two grey stone houses. Turning back to see the Ishbalan boy, she was a little taller than him. "Is there any form of transport, boy?"

"Camels," his sudden reply gave WInry an anti-climax, who was expecting a better form of transport. "We do have plenty here."

"I can't ride a camel," she answered back. "Don't you have any trains or anything like that?"

"What's a trains?"

Winry was surprised at his answer. "Isn't the military here or something?" She questioned him who was rather confused at her words.

"What military?" He responded. "We Ishbalans don't maintain armies!"

The Rockbell knew that it was quite difficult to return back; judging from the way the boy had described the situation which was a little strange. From Ed telling her, the military had not withdrawn from Ishbal yet and it was strange that Ishbal was rather populated with people too. It must have been an Ishbalan camp instead of the real home. She knew that only one person must have brought her here after she had lost consciousness. But it was rather strange that the Ishbalan terrorist had just dropped her off in an alley.

"Hey boy," she turned her head back to see the budding teenager. His outfit was still funny looking and his hairstyle of a bush was quite amusing too. "You have any idea of where Scar is?"

"Who's Scar? I never heard of him before." The boy replied back. "Maybe my nii-san can help you with all these peculiar questions. He knows much of the world, and it's getting dark soon." Winry was surprised to hear that Scar was not famous in this community of Ishbalans. She had heard from Ed and Al that he was celebrated as a hero among the Ishbalan refugees in the camps. Unable to go anyway, Winry could only follow the Ishbalan boy who had started to walk.

It was not long before Winry had followed him to a nearby brownish-grey rectangular house. The rest of the neighbourhood also had houses of the same design and color too. "Are all the houses of the same design?" She looked around before turning back to him.

"Yes they are," he replied back in a few words. "We're in a city after all." The boy began to knock on the wooden door that covered the doorway of the house. "What's your name, miss?"

"Winry Rockbell," she replied back while the two of them waited for a reply. "What about yours?"

"I can't tell my name to foreigners," he gave a reply back to her, which made her irritated with a dark look in her eyes. "It's forbidden by Ishbala."

"What kind of lame logic is that?" She argued back at him as he waited patiently at the door although there was no response. "After all, you're not some big shot, only just some easterner beanboy!" For once, she began to think that she was treating the Ishbalan boy just like Ed.

"Who're you calling beanboy, beanpole?" He quarreled back with her as he looked at her.

"I dare you to say that again!" Winry became irritated at his petty response just like how she interacted with Ed. "You behave just like my neighbour!"

"Beanpole."

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Winry reopened her eyes to see that it was already night and had been shook vigourously by someone to her right. She turned to her right to see a dark-skinned man of reddish-brown hair with black-framed spectacles that magnified his red eyes. Winry gave a sigh of relief as someone deserving had finally came to save her instead of someone strange like a boy her age who could not take such simple jokes.

Somehow this boy resembled Ed to a certain extent. Winry thought in her mind as she turned her head to see the adolescent Ishbalan kneeling on the floor and clasping his hands in a small chant.

"Are you okay, stranger from Amestris?" She heard a fairly deep voice question her as her eyes returned to meet the eyes of the older man.

"You know where I came from?"

"It is pretty obvious," he straightened his back and revealed a woman of dark hair behind him. "The Westerners have varied colours of the hair and eyes. It's no wonder my brother could easily notice you in a dark alley. What were you doing there?"

"I…I have no idea," Winry sat up on the bed and placed a hand to her forehead. "My mind's been fuzzy ever since I woken up…Many things have happened since I arrived here…"

"You seem tired," his face expression changed to show a more kindly look with the less scary look of his red eyes. "You were fast asleep to the extent that you didn't realize us coming back at all. And let me introduce to you my girlfriend." He brought the woman behind him who had a thick scarf over her head, which was covered with wavy, dark chocolate-coloured hair.

"Hello Ms Rockbell," the Ishbalan woman sat down on the bed and looked at her. "Stay with us until you found any ways to return home." Winry assumed that the boy must have told his future sister-in-law her name.

"What is he doing?" She shifted her gaze to that of the boy who had knelt down in a chant incomprehensible to the Rockbell. Winry continued to stay at the 'ritual' for a few more seconds.

"He's praying to Ishbala our god," she replied back in a soft tone as she turned back to look at Winry. "It is common for Ishbalan boys to do such a prayer each day. I suppose you have no religion from where you come from."

"My grandmother…" Winry changed her stare to her lap which was covered with a white woolen blanket. "…she once told me about an ancient religion practised back then. It somehow died out along the way after people exposed it to be a big lie." The Ishbalan couple stood beside her now to hear with interest about the destruction of religion in the West.

"Perhaps you should rest for now," the bespectacled man spoke suddenly after a long silence. "I'll ask my little brother to take care of you for now." Winry nodded her head as she gave a tacit message to let them leave the room.

"Miss," the boy came to her as she was about to sleep. "I'm going to turn off the light and return to my room." He was about to leave when he felt a hand wrap around his arm. He turned around to show a startled expression to Winry.

"Don't turn off the light," she spoke to him firmly. "I'm not really favourable of the dark." He turned his head back and nodded. Letting go of the girl's hand, he began to walk back to his room in the distance which was a door less opening in one side of the wall.

"Hey, bouzu," she called out to him once again. He turned his head to see the Rockbell. "Thank you." She presented her gratitude to the Ishbalan family who had agreed to take her in for the time being while she tried to clarify the sudden mess of events that had all happened in just a blink of the eye.

"What exactly is going on?" She whispered to herself as she looked at the room around her. It was definitely large, which probably meant she was actually sleeping in the living room. Of course, there was no guest room which was probably not needed for a culture of people who seldom have sleepovers probably. "It can't really be that I have somehow gone back in time to Ishbal before the so-called conflict…alchemy exists but time-travel does not…"

Or was it? Her eyes widened to look around. If she was in pre-war Ishbal, the people would not look that weary and they would not detest people from Amestris like they do after the conflict. Winry decided to forget all what she had just thought of and fell back on her straw bed to enter a deep sleep.

Her mind was only filled with the idea of finding out the names of the Ishbalan family.

Meanwhile, a dark figure traveled over the city of Ishbal as it crossed the dark alleys of the sleeping city. It got up onto one roof to see the entire place filled with stone and mud houses with a large glowing building at the far end.

"The temple of Ishbal, huh?" The figure sneered as his eyes focused on the building.

GLOSSARY:

Bouzu – something like a young boy or brat
Nii-san – older brother in Japanese

(I somehow decided to add some Japanese terms in this story although I know it's quite wrong because even the original world of Fullmetal Alchemist had the language of English instead of Japanese.)