Hohenheim the Light

I am dedicating this book to three things: Knowledge, the ultimate power of the universe, the reason we forsake friends and family and become lonesome. My Family, for supporting me in this quest of knowledge and showing me that wisdom has power over knowledge. And to fellow author, Catherine Lindner for showing me that knowledge comes from more than just books. It is all around us.

Prologue: it began long ago in Xerxes and we thought it ended in 1916 in Amestris, but we were wrong. Were we ever so wrong.

My name is Hohenheim and this is my story to tell. Long ago just after the fall of Xerxes I was travelling east across the desert, I was near death and ready to tear out my stone when a man walked up to me. He said that he was an Ancient, I was shocked. An ancient was a protectorate created by God in the time before Xerxes even. There were thousands of them, they can live forever but they can die in combat. Some can use Alchemy and some can't, oh the amount of knowledge one would have. He told me 'It is not yet your time Hohenheim the Light, you must live to strike down Homunculus the Dark.' Since then I strived to prepare myself for that battle.

'I will give you a gift the knowledge of alkahestry and I will give a greater gift to your first born also never forget that.' Yet somehow I forget to tell Ed about that promise. Ed, for him I am doing this. He may never appreciate this gift, or he may hate me for it, but I… I love my son. Both of them Edward, Alphonse, don't forget this. Don't forget my mistakes.

Some of the Xerxian souls returned to me after the battle where we destroyed Dwarf in the Flask. With their permission and strength I am creating a counterpart to the Ancients, A race called the mythics, God gave me this charter, it is with his skill and help I am doing this.

That same ancient from before is here I guess now I may reveal his name, Blood Flame Alchemist, which he received in the tribal days before the dawn of Alchemy by Homunculus. His most recent name was Berthold Hawkeye, the father of a Amestrian military officer and confidant of Colonel Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye. An Alchemy virus caused him to go insane and eventually slumber for a time while he reset himself.

Now the table is set for a new age but something is troubling me something in Xing. Unrest, war. So I now make the mythics creatures that live for 60 years and die, unkillable, but their abilities I do not know. Their mission to protect the Elrics and Alchemy and to prevent the creation of another stone. To prevent the next Homunculus the Dark! Clap whoosh! Hurgh. Footsteps I still hear footsteps.

"Hohenheim you foolish old man."

"Pinako, bury me with Trisha." With that I commit myself to the spirits.