Alright, so I've started this a while ago, and while on my christmas break I've been adding to it... It's an Edward/Oc so if you don't like that kind of stuff then I'm sorry, but I must say, it focuses mostly on development of my character and the story of the Fullmetal ALchemist, not just pure romance (there will be romance though). I'm trying my best to make it seem real, like my characters could actually fit into the story, and also keeping all the original characters true to themselves.

To keep Edward in character this way, I had to base it on the 2003 anime because at the end of the manga and 2009 anime he gets with Winry. So an Oc wouldn't make any sense... I like Winry, but I have to be honest. I wish there were someone else.

Anyway I don't know alot about this. So bare with me :) I really hope you all enjoy though. Oh, and I don't own any of the Fullmetal Alchemist characters or the plot really, I just own the events I caused and the characters I created. Btw, the rating will most likely change, depending on what you want.

Thank You and Enjoy!...

"Though religious and cultural tensions continued between Ishvalans and Amestrians, a relative peace had been achieved between the two until 1901, when an Amestrian soldier "accidentally" shot and killed an Ishvalan child. The area exploded in a storm of riots and protests until the situation had become an all-out civil war, causing massive casualties on both sides. The fighting continued to spread until the entire East Area of Amestris had become a war zone. In 1908, a full seven years after the conflict had begun, Amestrian Führer King Bradley issued Order 3066, sending State Alchemists in to the front lines to act as human weapons."

Ishval 1908…

"I'm gonna come back and find you Momma! I'll kill all the soldiers if I have to. I'll come back for you!"

Kaya watched as Sabirah pulled her youngest son into her chest for one last hug. Both were kneeling on the ground and crying, their hope broken from the ongoing war. An Ishvalan man grabbed the boy and tried to pull him away. Her son fought the man and cried harder, even though Kaya knew he was there to help, and all the while Sabirah held tighter onto her son's small arms, trying to keep him with her for just a few more precious moments. Her older sons were out fighting against the state, and she would never see them again. Now her youngest was being taken away too…

Looking away Kaya felt her own guilt pull at her heart, was it really fair to be sending their children away with little hope they would get out of Ishval alive. What if the military found them? What if the State Alchemists did?

She felt something push into her leg and squeeze her hand tighter. Looking down at the eight year old, Kaya watched as she looked nervously around at the scene before them. Her father's blue eyes filled with worry and fear.

Kaya knew her daughter understood little about this war, not very many did. Even she couldn't explain why all the destruction and fighting was worth it… In the end it didn't matter, Kaya knew that their God has blessed them with surviving this long, but he wouldn't be able to stop what was coming next.

That's why Kaya and her daughter, Myra, were here. That's why Kaya will take the chance on these men and their trucks, and whoever else that will help her daughter to survive in the future. And that's why, even if there was little hope, she would cling onto it with all her heart, for her daughter's sake.

Kaya could hear all the promises the other boys were yelling to their mothers. All the men they promised to kill to get back to their people, all the state soldiers who would pay for the destruction of the Ishval homeland, and the death of their families. Kaya did not blame them for the hatred in their hearts; she knew she had it too.

Looking back towards the men pulling those kids away she felt her heart clench. It was almost time now. She pulled her daughter away from the trucks and knelt down to her level.

Myra, who was focused on a group of children hugging their grandmother, looked away and to her mother, who looked seriously at her.

"Myra I want you to listen to me." She spoke trying not to let her voice crack. Even though her daughter was young, she would have to understand, Kaya would make her understand.

Myra nodded even though the confused look in her eyes never left.

Frowning, Kaya grabbed both of Myra's small hands. "You must listen carefully. Ok?" Myra nodded hesitantly; her mother's actions and words making her heart beat faster with fear.

Myra glanced around at the group of crying kids and mothers, and men who lifted the children into the backs of trucks. She gulped back the fear building up inside her while she looked back toward her mother.

"You're going with those other children in the trucks; those men are going to take you somewhere safe." Kaya gripped Myra by the shoulders. She felt her eyes start to burn and her nose start to drip. "I won't… I can't go with you."

"But I can't-"

"You have to." Her mother snapped. A tear slid down her cheek and she watched as Myra's eyes followed its path till it hit the dirt beneath them. She had to keep telling herself that this was for the best, that this was for her daughter.

Myra's eyes began to water as she watched her mother cry. She felt her own tears run down her face mixing with the dust that covered her skin.

"Why?" Myra asked, her voice high from fear. Kaya had to look away from her daughter's torturous blue eyes. They broke her heart with every tear that ran down her daughter's cheek.

Kaya took a breath in and glanced toward the truck, almost all the kids were in it. Kaya knew the war was bad, but never had she expected this to be the result, never had she imagined it would go this far. Again she looked back towards Myra who stared at the truck with fear.

"Myra." Myra looked back at her mother hoping for an answer. "I want you to promise me something… No matter what happens after today, you must put yourself above all of this."

Myra looked at her confused, as Kaya expected. "What do you mean?" She asked.

Kaya sighed. "There will always be people who hurt you, I've taught you how to avoid them but sometimes… sometimes, baby, you just can't." Kaya felt more tears slide down her cheek. "And that's why God gave us forgiveness. You must promise me that you'll try to forgive?"

"I don-"

"Promise me." Kaya said looking at her daughter. She looked into those blue orbs and saw her whole life. Myra growing up, getting hurt and becoming stronger, falling in love and having her own kids one day. Kaya knew that forgiveness would be the only way for her to have a life, a life that she deserved.

"I promise." Myra said looking down as the tears started to pour out of her eyes and onto the ground. She sniffed a couple of times and tried her best to be strong, like her mother.

Kaya smiled slightly and grabbed her daughters chin to make her look at her. "Forgiveness is God's greatest gift, and it's your greatest strength. Remember that." She knew Myra would understand one day.

"I'll always be with you baby. I promise you that-"

"How?" Myra sobbed looking at her mother.

"Right here Myra." She laid her hand over Myra's heart. "I'll always be right here. I promise." Out of the corner of her eye she saw a man coming towards them. All the other kids have been loaded, leaving only Myra left. Kaya's smile faded. "I'll help you find your way, I promise."

"Momma." Myra cried unable to say anything else. She didn't want her mother there; she wanted her mother by her side, forever.

Kaya pulled her into a hug pushing her head into Myra's messy white hair. Kaya felt Myra's tears run down her neck, while her small hands grabbed her worn dress. "I love you so much Myra." She whispered squeezing her daughter tighter. Her warmth felt soothing within her arms. It reminded her of the first time she held Myra, she was so little and fragile. Not much time has passed between now and then, and yet her she was… holding her daughter for the last time.

"It's time to go." The man said grabbing onto Myra's arm. Pulling slightly, frightening Myra.

Myra cried harder and held onto her mother tighter. "Momma!" She yelled in panic. Kaya instinctively held onto her tighter, wanting to protect her… It was then she realized that she had to let go to protect her. Loosening her grip around her daughter she started to stand. Myra looked at her mother confused and still trying to hold onto her.

"Go with the man baby. He'll keep you safe." Kaya tried to sooth her, while holding her shoulders and pushing her away from her body. Every move she made to get her daughter away from her made her heart clench in pain.

"No! Momma, no!"

"Come on." The man said finally pulling Myra away from Kaya and lifting her up. He carried her while Myra tried to climb over his shoulder to her mother. Kaya held onto Myra's hand while walking with the man. Myra sobbed looking over the man's shoulder at her mother, she held desperately onto her hand.

"Momma please!" Myra cried once more. "Don't make me go!"

Kaya sobbed hearing her daughter's cries. "It's gonna be ok. I promise you everything is gonna be ok." Kaya didn't even believe her own words. She couldn't believe that the safest place for her daughter wasn't within her arms, she was afraid that she'd never believe it.

The man put Myra in the back of the truck with the other kids who cried and called out to their parents. He then closed the gate and started for the driver's side. Myra pushed herself against the wooden framework, her hand going out to reach for her mother.

Kaya quickly grabbed Myra's hand and Myra looked at her between the boards. "Please come with me!" She cried squeezing her mother's hand.

"I can't baby. I have to stay here." She explained while feeling somewhat relieved that her daughter was going somewhere safe. And not staying here to… her daughter was going to live, that's all that mattered.

The truck started and the children's cries all got louder. "Momma!" Myra begged. All she wanted to do was be in her mother's arms. She had no idea what was going on or even where she was going, all she knew was that where ever it was, her mother would not be there.

"Remember what I said… I love you!" Kaya cried and the truck started to pull away.

"Momma!"

"I love you so much!" The truck moved slowly at first, Kaya and a couple of other parents moved with the truck trying to hold onto their children's hands. Some even regretted sending their kids away and were calling to the driver to stop, he knew not to listen, which Kaya was thankful for; she wouldn't be able to send her daughter away twice.

"I love you Momma, please!"

Kaya ignored her daughter's pleas. "I'll always be with you!" As the truck moved faster she felt her hand start to slip away, Kaya tried desperately to keep up, but her dress and worn down shoes made it difficult. "Myra!" She cried out as her daughter's finger tips slipped out of her own.

Feeling nothing but air she kept running after the truck, wanting once more to touch her daughter, but the truck sped up and quickly out of distance.

She slowed down and stood in the dust of the truck watching it go. Her daughter's small arm reaching through the boards trying to find her.

"No! Momma!" Myra yelled as she tried to reach back for her mother who got further and further away. "Momma come back!" Tears ran down her face as her hand grabbed for her mother's but only swiped air. "Momma!" She grabbed the boards of the truck and looked back at her mother's distant figure.

Falling to her knees Kaya cried like she never cried before. It was as if she was being ripped apart from the inside out, the pain was so bad. The truck, now in the distance, carried her only reason to live away.

"I love you." She whispered as she looked down at her hands, still feeling her daughter's soft skin on them. Putting them up to her face she sobbed as the harsh desert wind blew her hair and dress around her broken form.

Behind her, in the distance, she could hear explosions and the screams of her people…

6 years later: 1914

In the town of Liore…

The desert sun seemed to never end. It was a sea of sand and it didn't seem possible for something to survive out here, much less a whole town.

Myra sighed as she walked, her mouth was dry, she was hot and tired, and her feet were killing her. In the back of her mind she questioned why they were coming here in the first place, but Claude said something about a priest performing unexplained miracles and insisted that they check it out before the military did.

Myra looked over at her companion annoyed, just because they were unexplained doesn't necessarily make it alchemy. This guy could actually be performing miracles. At least she hoped that were the case.

"Finally! There it is." Claude spoke relieved. He ran forward reaching the town's gate and stepped onto the cooler pavement. He sighed happily. "Now we need to find some water." He stuck his nose to the ground and began sniffing.

Myra finally reached the pavement and smiled at her friend. He was probably dying of heat from all that fur. She shook her head as he went back and forward across the street trying to find water when it was right up ahead. She saw the fountain just down the road.

She walked by him and towards it; Claude was so busy trying to sniff out water he didn't notice her go by. He looked up and towards the gate. "Ahh!" He yelled in shock when Myra was no longer standing there. "Myra?" He called and then saw her walking down the street and towards the fountain. Quickly he caught up to her.

"Don't leave li-" Claude stopped talking as soon as he saw people. They passed a shop where people sat on stools drinking and watching the two newcomers. Claude stopped to stare at them, they seemed angry… angry at them. 'What's with them?' He thought.

Claude panicked again when Myra wasn't by his side, but over by the fountain. He ran up next to her keeping his eye on the people who turned back towards the bar.

He heard Myra sigh and looked towards her. She was looking down at the fountain in defeat. Claude put his front paws on the ledge and looked over into the fountain. 'What the? Red water?' He took a big sniff in and nearly choked on the sour smell, he fell onto his back coughing. 'Wine.'

Myra looked towards Claude as he rolled around on his back. She then noticed the bar where people sat. They had to have water.

As she made her way over she noticed the looks the people already at the bar gave her… She carefully made her way to the end of the bar, where no one sat.

Claude stopped his fit to look up at Myra, who was now by the bar full of angry people; his ears fell back as he watched them. They really seemed to be angry with her, as if she done something to them, this couldn't be just a dislike of out-of-towners.

"What do you want?" The guy behind the bar startled Myra. She flinched when she heard his disgruntled voice. He definitely didn't seem happy.

He looked at her with an annoyed expression and Myra quickly reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a book and a pen. Putting it on the counter she began to write, also noticing the strange look she got from the man before her.

She ripped off the piece of paper and handed it to him. He took it and looked at her with a raised eyebrow… Myra smiled and scratched the back of her head nervously. It was always awkward when she met new people; she never knew how they would react to her being a mute.

The guy before her sighed and looked back at her as he set the paper back down on the counter. "You really can't talk?" He asked. Myra could easily hear the pity in his rough voice, she was used to it. Usually she wasn't one for using her condition to get pity, but he seemed unhappy with her for some reason, at least this way she could soften him up.

Myra smiled slightly and nodded.

The guy looked away for a moment and then back at her. She could see the conflict in his eyes.

"Wait right here." He sighed once more before turning from her.

Myra nodded once more and smiled wider. She then sat on the stool next to her while waiting for her drink. By this time Claude was at her side sitting and staring up at her. She smiled down at him before a glass of water was set in front of her.

She smiled at the man before her, and then started to write on her paper. She ripped it off and handed it to the guy. He read it, and then looked back at Myra.

She looked down to her side, at Claude.

The guy leant over the counter and saw the dog sitting there. He then leant back with another sigh. Myra blinked a couple of times and smiled at him again, this time seeing a small smile crack on the old man's face as he turned around again.

He came back with a bowl filled with water and handed it to her. He watched, as she put it on the ground and the dog drank it up happily.

The girl then proceeded to drink her drink before looking at him again. There was something about this girl that made him regret not trusting her, but how could he? After what that state alchemist and his armored friend did to this city. Everyone was at odds with each other and it's only been 3 days since they left.

He no longer played Cornello's prayers over the radio at his shop. He had a hard time believing that Cornello was a lie, but now there was this… other, Cornello, claiming for him to be the real one and that the other was corrupted. All of it was just too strange and complicated for an old man such as himself. He decided that staying out of it was the best option. But he still blamed that stupid alchemist for coming and screwing everything up, they were all fine with the way things were, fake Cornello or not.

He noticed the girl writing on her paper again and he read it before she could rip it off and hand it to him. "It's no problem. We don't get a lot of out-of-towners so we have plenty of resource to provide." The girl smiled at him again and this time he couldn't help it. He smiled back.

He heard a cough at the other end of his bar and saw two men staring at him, and glaring at the girl. He frowned and decided that it would be best to look busy rather than make nice with the girl. He grabbed a couple of glasses from the counter and started wiping them with a towel.

The guys got up and left shortly after, talking about him obviously.

Myra looked at the guys leaving and then back at the man in front of her. She frowned. 'What happened to make them dislike people form out of town so much?' She wondered.

The man sighed and walked over to the drinks they left, taking them off the counter and then cleaning the glasses.

Myra looked down at her glass sadly. Something must've happened. Something bad.

She glanced around at the city around her and noticed the look of despair on everyone's faces. They looked broken and loss of hope… Who could do such a thing to this city?

She heard a whine and looked down at Claude. He pawed at her leg and Myra smiled slightly.

Looking back up at the guy she saw him still cleaning from across the counter, grabbing her paper she wrote one last thing before leaving some money and leaving with Claude behind her.

The guy finished cleaning and glanced back towards where the girl was sitting and was surprised to see her gone.

He walked over to where she sat and saw a glass and bowl on the counter, next to it was some money and a piece of paper. He picked it up and read it…

It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.

He looked back up towards the city for her, but she was gone. Once more he looked at the note and smiled.

Folding up the paper, he put it in his pocket and began to clean the counters, thinking about how glad he was he gave this strange girl water…

Myra smiled as she walked through the side streets. She hoped the man would understand, sometimes her reasoning on life wasn't the best, but hopefully it would help him, at least somewhat.

Myra stopped once they reached a big opening and her smile faded. In front of them was the church she guessed, it was in the center of the city.

"Look at all the people." Claude said quickly between people passing by them. In front of the church was a huge riot. People were screaming about Cornello being a fake, others screaming about how he's come back to save them. None of it made sense. Claude had said that people in Liore were grateful for Cornello, that they all loved him.

She looked over at Claude who looked up at her. He shook his head as if knowing what she was asking. "I don't know." He spoke. "From what I heard they said that Cornello was loved, that's why it would be difficult to send in the military. They figured the people would fight like this."

So the military must've already been here. That's why everyone was so upset. That's why they looked at her the way they did when she got there.

But does that mean that they got the philosopher stone? Myra frowned, they couldn't have. 'We came all this way.' Myra clenched her fists and looked towards the ground.

Claude looked around at the people. He saw blue uniforms in the distance and realized that the military did get here before them. "Damn it." He looked towards the ground with anger, letting his dog side growl a little.

Myra glanced at him. She felt her heart sink. They have been searching for the stone for years now, and everything keeps coming to a dead end. Claude really got excited with Liore, because he heard it from military officers. Being a dog had its positives; no one would ever expect him of actually being able to understand them, which made getting information easy. But even in the military, information on the stone seemed like a fairytale.

"Wait here." Claude barked as he ran off towards the riot. Myra took a couple steps after him before stopping. She watched him run into the crowd and disappear.

Sighing she turned around and walked up towards the side of the building. She leant against it and slid down till she was sitting on the ground, watching the riot in front of her.

Looking up towards the blue sky she saw a couple of birds fly over chirping happily, completely unaware of the world around them. She looked around at the beautiful buildings, the stone and desert designs, statues of their Sun God everywhere. Everything around seemed so… right. Things kept living on around this conflict.

Closing her eyes, Myra leant her head back against the building and took a deep breath of the hot air around. 'That's all it will ever be, another conflict…'

Ok, so the quote at the top I got from Fullmetalwiki, not mine at all. And if you didn't catch it... This means place or time 'This means thought' "This means quote" and This means writing