This is my first story on and it shall be a Fullmetal Alchemist story; it will be following the storyline of Brotherhood. As well, this story will have Edward paired up with an OC. Now, I know how the anime ends and that many people pair Ed with Winry or Roy, but do not worry they get their own little romances-not going into detail. Anyway, this is just the prologue, but I hope you do review and tell me what you think so far. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do NOT Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters; they rightfully belong to Arakawa Hiromu-sensei. All I own is my OCs and some plot points.


Gravity

(Fullmetal Alchemist)

Prologue

THE WEATHER seemed to mirror her mood. Either that or it was mocking her. Honestly, she wouldn't have been surprised if it was the latter.

Gray storm clouds darkened the already sky. Thunder rumbled threateningly. Lightning flashed occasionally being the only source of light. All the while, rain poured down, soaking everything on the earth making it seem like the sky was weeping.

She wanted to cry herself, but was all out of tears; there were no more for her to shed. She was done with crying, anyway, no matter how strong the urge was. The rain streaming down her pale cheeks did a decent job of being makeshift tears anyway.

Before her, stood a tombstone among many others of fallen military heroes; it wasn't an old grave, but it wasn't a fresh one either. Engraved neatly into the stone read:

General Uriah Hunter

Beloved friend, father, brother, and uncle.

1881-1911

A deep frown marred the fourteen-year-old's face as guilt, shame, sadness, and regret reflected in her big, blue eyes. However, soon determination, resolve, and courage replaced those emotions, the redhead's brows furrowing.

She spoke boldly, finally acknowledging the presence behind her, "I'm going to return everything to the way it once was."

The dark-haired man, who had recently been dubbed her legal guardian, was only surprised for a brief moment that the teen had known he was there all along. His face returned to its previous and somber expression. "So you plan on searching for it then?" he inquired, ignoring the droplets that poured down upon them—it seemed to be raining harder now.

"I have no choice. Things cannot stay this way. I made a horrible mistake, now I must make up for it, undo the damage I caused." his ward replied seriously. Her back was still turned to him, but he could see her tightly gripping her left arm.

"Then you know what you must do." he said.

"I know."

"It won't be easy."

"I don't care."

A miniscule of a smirk adorned his features. He had expected nothing less from her; she was like a certain someone he knew. "Then so be it."

She said nothing else and continued to stare at the grave. Her fists clenched. Father, Olene, I will make amends. I will set everything right again. I promise.