I was in Spain when fate began its fun game of unexpected turns. The trip was simply to explore Europe and, as Dad asserted, 'to get to know this world and eventually let go of Amestris, in case you never find a way back'. Given the amount of money Dad could pile up this year, we seized the opportunity to hitch many a ride on trains to-ing and fro-ing around the continent.

Now I'm not one to simply drool over a girl because of her looks. Substance over appearance. That's something alchemy has strangely drilled into my thick skull in the course of my life.

To search a person's hidden treasures, I heard somebody say you pick an easy target - the eyes - the window to the soul. Which is why the moment I met her alluring green gaze, in the midst of all that flying rubble, and with that weapon she brandished in a flash of light, I swear I saw a glint of something…someone…precious.