Gen Elric, that's me; Edward Elric's daughter. I always knew my family tree was important but I didn't know how much. At least until I showed my alchemy to my parents. You would have expected them to smile and praise their 5 year old daughter, but back then I didn't know the family secret. Plus the fact that I didn't use a transmutation circle, they both had freaked out faces and looked at each other.

"Um . . . Genny," Winry (my mother) asked her 5 year old daughter, "How'd you make the birdie?"

"I saw a birdie outside, and clapped, but then, I fell and saw a preety blue light. Next thing, I saw the wooden birdie," I answered with my innocent kiddy voice.

It wasn't till I was much older, that my parents gave me an actual explanation for their shock.

That day was today; my 16th birthday.

"Dad," I said slamming my hands on the table, "You've taught me alchemy and everything else your teacher taught you. But you and Mom both won't tell me why you won't use alchemy and act weird about my alchemy."

My dad looked at my mom; my mom nodded, and he sighed, "Many years ago, back when your uncle and I were little, we did the taboo," I gasped 'cause my dad told me to never do human transmutation, "As a result, I lost an arm and leg while he lost his body; but I was lucky enough to have been able to transmute his soul to a suit of armor. Not soon after, when Roy Mustang, who was a lieutenant colonel at the time, asked if I would like to become a state alchemist in order to get our original bodies back. In case you were wondering, your mother made my automail for this leg and for a time my right arm," he said patting his metallic leg."

My mom wacked him in the head with her wrench.

"Ow! Winry! What'd I do this time?" My dad yelled."

"She asked you a question and instead you're giving her your whole life story! Tell her something useful already, so we can celebrate your daughter's sixteenth birthday?"

"We will; but I have explain a few things so Gen understands what I tell her,"

"No offense, Dad; but can we continue," I said urging him to go on.

"Anyway, to answer your first question, because of when Al and I did the taboo, we saw the truth and didn't need to use transmutation circles; which was an uncommon ability among most alchemists out there. The following years, Al and I searched for a philosopher stone or a recipe, if you will, on how to make one; so we could get our original bodies back," His face turned grim, "Then when I was around your age, we got something big. Long story short, your old man saved the country. But your uncle sacrificed his body to bring my arm back and I gave up my alchemy to bring his original body and soul back. That's why your mom and I freaked; because I have no alchemy anymore, and plus the fact that you can use alchemy, and the same type I did after I performed the taboo. Your ...brother showed the same ability too before he went missing as well."

I stood there stunned; unsure what to say or do next.

My mom came over to me and asked me, "Not what you expected, is it Gen?"

"No Mom, I didn't. I didn't realize I was a freak," I said under a breath.

Bang! My mom smacked me in the back of the head with "the wrench".

"Ow Mom! I'm not Dad; so what was that for?" I yelped rubbing my head.

My dad chuckled; then my mom and I glared back at him.

"Well you might as well be him, with that attitude of yours," She muttered, "Gen; you're in a family of freaks. I'm as your dad likes to put it, a crazy gear head"

"Well it's true." My dad remarked.

He got the wrench thrown at his head . . . . again.

"Anyway, as I was saying, You may an alchemy freak, but, your father lost his alchemy, and you have an uncle who had a suit of armor for a body for four years. And for heaven's sake! Every teenager feels like that."

I gave her a weak smile. That was our code for "Okay I get your point."

Then there was a knock at the door.