"Rosaline? Come here dear, your mother would wish to speak with you." An older man's voice called to Rosalyne Estalines.

Rosalyne was only at the mere age of five, but she was a bright child. She knew well that the man calling for her to enter the room where her mother lay was the man she was to call father. Rosalyne never spent much time with her father. It was her brother, Joseph that had begun spending more time with their father. This was only in hopes that the boy would begin to understand that it was predicted for the boy to follow the steps of his father and join the military.

When finally coming to push herself off the wooden seat in which she had kept her behind planted to for several hours, Rosalyne would come to straighten out her summer white dress. The dress was her favorite. Her mother had made the dress last summer before she had fallen ill. Really Rosalyne's family had the money to buy any clothing the child could wish for, but Rosalyne loved for her mother to make dressed for they seemed to just be so special. Even Rosalyne's play mates grew jealous when she wore the dress.

When entering the large room, Rosalyne searched for her mother's bed. It was long before the child had found this bed and when she had, Rosalyne ran to her mother's side. Never before had the child seen her mother look so pale and weak. It was nearly a year ago that the child's mother was practically glowing with happiness and health.

"My dear dove, I wish I could see you grow up to be a beautiful woman, but I'm afraid I can't make it any longer." The sweetness of the mother's voice meant to be soothing for the child, but it was rudely interrupted due to her coughing that only lasted for a short moment. "My child, promise me you will look after Joseph and to listen to your father."

Rosalyne's started to object, but she choked on her words. Tears were streaming from the sapphire of her eyes. No matter how much the child wishes to tell her mother that she'll see her in the morning after a good night's rest, she couldn't.

"No more tears, little dove. Be strong for me, little dove. Keep my gift to you safe." The sweet touch of her mother's hand came against the wet cheek of the girl's, another gesture to calm the child. Moments before finally closing her eyes as though the rest, a red light traveled through the body of the mother and into Rosalyne. Only Rosalyne had seen this though.

Then there was silence for a long moment before Rosalyne began shaking her mother, calling for her mother to awaken. Her words soon became sobs. Now only she had screamed at her mother.

"Enough Rosalyne. Come we must leave." Rosalyne's father spoke, but she didn't listen. His words meant nothing. It wasn't until the military man would come to pick his daughter up and take her from her mother's lifeless body, that the child would finally be removed from the room.

The loss of a family is always a moment of sorrow, but this loss would change the life of the young girl forever…

12 years later…

"Rosalyne get your butt up! Breakfast is ready!" Aunt Charlene's voice rung through the manor, surprisingly enough it would barely have any effect on the seventeen year old. Truth is the voice of the woman had more of any effect to waking the cows on the farm that was nearly thirty miles down the country road.

It had taken another two howls from the elder woman to finally awaken Rosalyne. It toke nearly another ten minutes for Rosalyne to finally get out of her bed. So much had truly changed about the girl from when she was only five. Her long blonde hair was just as wavy as it could possibly be and would end just below the shoulders. Her height was only several inches shorter than what her brother had become. Where he was nearly six even, Rosalyne was only five foot and six inches.

By the time Rosalyne was dressed, she could her aunt leave to go make her rounds as one of the only people in town with any medical experience or knowledge. Of course, Rosalyne had made sure her aunt was far gone before grabbing a biscuit and exiting the home. Her destination would be the train station.

For months, Rosalyne spoke about becoming an alchemist like her father was once. Of course being how her father is, he objected in every letter he sent to her. He believed that since she was born that she should just sit down and be quiet like a good house wife. It was all just bull to her though.

Before reaching the main road to the train station, Rosalyne had stopped by a near fence post to pull backpack from a large hole that she dug for emergencies. At that point, Rosalyne was merely five minutes away from the train stations. Well until she had seen a few large men near a pulled over car. There were two others, a small male and a young child.

"I don't have any money. P-please just leave my son and me alone. We'll be on our way soon." The smaller man's voice was trembling. Rosalyne had seen the bigger men around before. They usually picked on the weaker people has just some way to pass the time.

Rosalyne couldn't help but to stare at that point. One of the men had reached for the father's shirt and brought him off the ground as though he was a mere doll. The other two laughed when the son started hitting the one who held his father. This small family was helpless against these bullies. She had to do something or at least try.

"Hey pick on someone your own size!" Rosalyne's voice reached out to the men. Her words were just a joke to these guys though. This actually struck a nerve; Rosalyne's temper was quick to react to little things. Then before she had spoken again, the two men far back from the car moved to her while the other dropped the father.

"Little girl how bout you mind your own business or do you want us to pick on you?" The larger guy of the three spoke with a deep voice. He was the one who had picked the father up. The other two laughed.

"So you three dumb asses are going to pick on a little girl?" Rosalyne couldn't help, but to laugh before tossing her bag down. "Come at me than."

All three of the brutes just sat there for a minute, dumbstruck. Then they just looked at each before the one to the far left charged at the young female. With his fist held high he looked as though just a simple punch would put Rosalyne out, but the he'd thrown his arm down, Rosalyne had already moved away from him.

Again the large man was swinging his fist at her, each time Rosalyne would just dodge the guy's fists. It wasn't until he had grown aggravated and laced his fingers together just so he could bring as much force down. Rosalyne wouldn't move, instead she brought the palm of her hand against the guys fist, stopping the whole force of his attack in one place.

"W-what the hell? I can't move my arms." The man's words were too late. A form of red light was breaking through an engraving in Rosalyne's skin. It was only a moment before a small crater formed just around Rosalyne. Than with just the flick of her hand, Rosalyne knocked the guy on his back.

The other two stood in disbelief, than just like their friend they charged at Rosalyne. The first one made a mistake by swinging his fist to far, which left Rosalyne the chance to swing her leg up to kick him in the face. He fell back as well.

The last man standing was the guy who had picked the father up only moments ago. Before going at Rosalyne, he had drawn a knife. The first time the sharp edge of the blade nipped through Rosalyne's right sweater sleeve, spilling a few drops of blood. Bad move. Rosalyne had swung her left leg all the way around, spinning her body in the process, to where she would knock the knife out of his hand.

With shock the guy knocked himself right on his back. When Rosalyne walked towards the guy, he started looking for the knife, which had landed near the car that was about five feet away. An expression of disgust crossed Rosalyne's face before she turned to grab her bag.

"T-that's it?! You're not going to kill us or anything!" The guy screamed out, furiously. His pride had been hurt due to the fact that he was just beaten by a girl much smaller than him.

"I have no need to. You're spineless scum." Rosalyne's words were just as emotionless as they could be before she had begun to walk down the road again. That was until she heard the small man from before calling out to her. When she turns, he was standing there holding his son's hand.

"What's your name miss?" His voice seemed more confident now. It seemed he wasn't afraid anymore.

"It's Rosalyne Estalines"

"Thank you so much, Miss Estalines!" By the time the father had called at her again, Rosalyne was already walking down the road once more. Her arm came up though as some sort of gesture as to show that she acknowledged his thanks.

Watching from within the shadows formed by an oak tree was a tall beautiful woman. Her long black hair fell partly behind her back and partly on her large breast. Her left arm was held up by her right so that her fingertips could lightly touch her red lips that matched her red eyes. A lingering grin played across her thin lips.

"She looks yummy, Lust. Can I eat her?" A short, rounded man would wobble to stand next to woman. The thought of his next meal got him to lick his lips, which not only allowed drool to form around his lips, but to show the red tattoo in the center of his tongue.

"Not that one, Gluttony. She has a more important role as our next little pawn." Lust's voice was seductive, which matched her whole form.

"Awhhh. What about the others?" Gluttony's voice formed into a wine as though he was a fat little kid that was deprived of his favorite snack.

"Later Gluttony, We must visit Father first." Lust's voice would fade into the darkness as she turned to leave, her fat little friend following right behind her as though he was a lost puppy.