Love is blind, but it's there

Human Transmutation is one of the things frowned upon within the community of Alchemy. As the law of equivalent exchange states: In order to obtain something, something of equal value must be given. There are no exceptions. Sadly, I know this rule for a fact.

As a child, my father had studied Alchemy. He was one of the most well known Alchemists in our town. Everyone came to him form help and he was always happy to give it. He tried to teach me the basics of Alchemy when I was just six, but that didn't work out so well. On Many occations, I did try to do simple Alchemy, which I have successfly done about half the time, but I have never exceded beyond page 200 in my father's books

I was twleve when my father passed away. I came home from the market place one day to find my father's body on the floor of his workplace. I cried many hours before I had called someone about what had happened. A tall man named Mustang had came and disposed of the carcass as I continued to cry. He had been a good friend of my father's for the longest time. I remember him from the rare times he would stay for dinner and we'd play games, but not enough to be reliable on him.

In times like these It didn't matter what the relationship was you had with the one person willing to help you. All that matters is that you know that they're a good person at heart for even offering. Colonial Mustang had offered to take me in the day he took the carcass of my dead father off. That very day, he signed the papers to legally be my guardian. (Why he took me in, I don't know.) He looked at me and told me that I had two days to pack up my stuff. He left the neighbors in charge of me while he went back to town to do his work. I was left in my house. Alone. That was Colonial Mustang's first, only, and biggest mistake.