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Prologue

A little girl of eight was skipping down the neighborhood street, going to her great-grandpa's house.

"Jenny, dear, don't go too far ahead!" The Jenny turned her head and smiled. "I won't mom!" And she continued on her way. Anya shook her head; her daughter can be quite a handful. Feeling her husband's hand clutch hers Anya couldn't help but smile.

"Don't Anya, she'll be fine."

"I know Cornelius, but I can still worry." Cornelius smiled and kissed her lips.

Jenny arrived at her great-grandpa's house; an old Victorian house that has been restored to its natural beauty. Jenny pushed the doorbell a few times before it opened to her smiling great-grandpa.

"Grandpa!" Shouting his nickname, she jumped in her great-grandpa's waiting arms as he laughed.

"My goodness Jenny! You are growing faster than I could count!"

"Silly Grandpa! I'm not growing that fast." Her grandpa smiled with a hint of sadness. "But you are; before you realize it, you'll be a young woman."

Jenny cocked her curiously, but before she could reply her parents arrived.

"Hello papa." Anya hugged her grandpa.

"Anya! It's been too long." Anya laughed.

"Papa, it's only been a week."

"Yes, but it has been a long week." Anya smiled and stepped aside for Cornelius.

"Ah, Cornelius! It's good to see you." Cornelius smiled.

"Good to see you too." And hugged the old man. The old man chuckled as he let go of his grandson-in-law.

"I remember when you were as a boy Cornelius. You and your younger brother, Peter, were always getting into trouble."

"And I remember you being younger, Jim." Jim laughed at that.

Old Jim Hawkins is eighty-five; though he doesn't look it. His once chestnut hair is pure silver, tied loosely in a ponytail; his bright light-blue eyes show age, framed by half-moon glasses, but still shows that fiery spirit; a few wrinkles adorn his face; all in all, he looks in his fifties or sixties.

"I have lunch in the kitchen if you're hungry." Jenny jumped at this and ran into the kitchen.

"Jenny! Don't run in the house!" Anya started after her but Jim stopped her.

"Anya, let her be. She's only a child for a time."

"I know Papa, but that doesn't give her reason run like a starved animal." Jim chuckled and followed his family into the kitchen.

Night has settled in and the family was relaxing; Anya and Cornelius sitting on the couch snuggling into each other, Jim sitting in the big comfy chair reading a book, and young Jenny was looking at her great-grandpa's old album on the floor. Going from one photo to another, Jenny came upon one of a young Jim and a young woman; her great-grandma, who died of sickness last year.

Standing up, Jenny walked over to her great-grandpa. "Hey Grandpa, may you tell me how you and Grandma met?" Anya and Cornelius looked up from their snuggling as Jim looked at Jenny surprised. Anya then stood.

"Time for bed Jenny."

"But Mom!"

"No bu-"

"Let her hear the story." Anya turned towards Jim.

"Papa…" Jim smiled.

"It's alright. It's about time she heard this." Anya sighed.

"Very well." She sat back down on the couch. Jim shifted in his chair as Jenny grabbed a pillow and a blanket and settled at his feet, looking up at him. Jim thought for a moment then began the tale.

"It was seventy years ago when the ship Colossus first set sail. Nothing has been touched and everything was clean; even the poor felt a bit of luxury when they stepped on the ship. And was on that ship that I met your great-grandma, Winry Rockbell."