Hello this is my first story on but this story is already published on Quotev as anonymous.

I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood or any of its characters except Nicola and a few other OC's. Enjoy !

Prologue: A New Beginning

My parents died when I was 8 and my brother was 12. We didn't have a complete bond but it lingered slightly between us. Brother had always been strong yet silent and I was just shy. I rarely spoke and in return people often ignored me. I don't really mind, at least there's no one to annoy me. When Aunt adopted us, I could tell she didn't know how to treat me. She was kind but she rarely spoke to me, except for asking how I was during dinner, if she remembered, that was. After our parents death, brother and I seemed to split further apart to the point where he barely acknowledged me, it hurt to know that my brother, my own flesh and blood doesn't want to care about me. I'm probably just another burden to him.

I left when I was 14, I didn't want to but it would be better for everyone. I didn't bother to say goodbye, it's not like anyone would care anyway. I remember the day I left as if it was yesterday. The house was quiet as usual. Aunt was working in the bar, brother was training and I was sat alone as usual.

I'd found out I could do alchemy when I was ten when I bought a book on it from a small bookshop. Because of my timidity, I didn't tell my Aunt nor my brother, they wouldn't believe me if I told them. Would they? So I taught myself in my Aunt's attic. From the small attic window I could see brother training with his teacher. After staring for a while and I went back to reading my book .No one used the attic so I made it into my personal practice area. I moved all the old furniture aside and made sure there was room to practice. I swapped old book covers onto my alchemy books so if anyone came up into my safe haven they wouldn't find out my secret. I decided to take a break from alchemy and read a book about flowers. I always loved flowers. They were so beautiful without even trying. In most ways they were perfect. After about 20 minutes of flicking through the book, I heard a commotion outside. Brother's teacher looked angry and seemed to be yelling at brother. His words were muffled by the glass but I could still hear the slight anger in his voice. Soon after brother marched inside.

As I creeped downstairs I could hear brother talking to our Aunt in the kitchen. I stayed on the stairs where I could just about hear what they were saying.

"I'm leaving. I can't do this any more." said brother, not even greeting his guardian .

"And where are you going?" our Aunt replied without a moment of hesitation

"I'm joining the military. I need to..."

Before I could hear the rest of his sentence, I'd already ran back to the attic and sat back at my window seat. My mother was gone along with my father and now my brother was going as well. I felt heartbroken but betrayed. My brother may not have been the most caring but at least he was there.

He'd promised father before he died to always be there for me, and he'd already broken the promise multiple times but this was the end. I went back to my room and found a bag big enough to hold clothes and books in. My room (same layout just without T.V and computer) had cream walls and dark blue sheets adorned my bed. My shelves held more nature books and I shoved 3 of my favourite books into my bag after putting clothes in as well as some of my savings. Checking the hallway, I ran upstairs to the attic and grabbed some of my favourite alchemy books including the journal I'd written all my notes into. And then I waited. I waited until 'family' had gone to sleep and left.

I wanted a new life. I wanted to start again. I wanted to forget. I hope they don't forget though.