Hello.

This looked alot longer on my phone hhuehahahh... uhm. . .

First-ish Fic please show some mercy but advice is desperately wanted!

EDIT(4/21/16): Ah I'd like to point out I won't be specifying whose POV it is at anytime, uh sorry? But you guys are pretty smart so I trust you can figure it out through context


The locals said a strange power thrummed beneath the crust of the mountain. A mystic power pulsing in large commanding waves yet containing itself under Mt. Ebott. Hushed whispers spoke solemnly of a child that had gone missing there not too long ago, just like the others. Some even claimed that if you knelt close enough you could hear the muffled happenings of creatures below.

You, however aren't here for the superstitious ramblings of the locals.

If one could call the jittery, hesitant words from your current victi- erm willing informant, ramblings..

You narrow your eyes when they mention magic, of all things, and they flush and look away their words rushing out in a nervous torrent much more befitting of the word rambling than their previous whispers. You aren't having any of it, you've had enough of these people wasting your time. So you get up, knocking your chair back with a little more force than necessary, making it scrape against the library's floors harshly and earn a jump from the mess of a person before you.

With a scoff you turn on your heel and march past various dusty bookshelves towards the exit of the building. The distinct clanking of armor leads you to believe your brother has paused to try and comfort the annoying local.

That's just how he is, you suppose, your younger brother being so softhearted and kind to even the most unhelpful of strangers. Though that kindness of his wasn't getting them any closer to the stone. You knew you couldn't just prance around topics when your little brother was trapped in a suit of armor unfeelingsonumbanditsallyourfault. You had to get straight to the point so you could look into other leads sooner, and you couldn't do that by hugging everyone you met. Al seems to think he can, you know that's not possible but you'd never tell him that, you don't want him to change and maybe that's selfish of yo-

"Brother!"

A cold hand grips your arm, saving your face from the unpleasant fate of being slammed into the glass door of the library. You frown slightly, already able to imagine what that would have felt like. No one is happy with this.

"Thanks Al." You chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile as you hear your brother give a soft resigned sigh in return.

"You've got to be more careful, Brother.." His young voice echoes out from the hollow armor and you find yourself frowning again.

This was the last lead you had currently... After this it was back to Central, back to waiting, back to searching, back to knowing your little brother is stuck like this. So far this lead was getting you both nowhere but you couldn't bring yourself to go back to that just yet.

You screw your eyes shut tightly, trying to will away the worried hum you get from your brother. There had to be something real within all these stories. Something relating to the stone. Something you could use to just keep you two away from Central just a bit longer!

You open your eyes.

Blink.

Blink.

The small rounded face of a young child stares back at you, their face the picture of poker-face perfection. The words 'LOST CHILD' is printed above their image, along with a oddly vague description beneath the picture. It only really mentions the child's age and name. You can't help but think whoever made this flyer isn't searching too hard.

Behind you, Alphonse leans over you to read the flyer.

"Oh.." He makes a sad little sound and you realize the child hasn't been missing for long.

"Hey Al, I know this isn't our usual thing but..." You're already reaching out, tearing the flyer from the door. "Wanna go find this brat?"


It's not as easy as you thought it would be. None of the locals seem to want to talk about the child and the fact that you can't find any family members is utterly ridiculous. Not that you of all people should be getting mad at some kid for lack of family members but still someone had to have made that flyer.

You wonder if the child is an orphan but the looks you get from the locals when you show them their picture has you thinking there's something else to it...

They almost look...shameful.

You ask around for a few more days but somehow you end up back in the library...with that person. They're still all jittery and sweaty but you've run out of options, it seems they're the only one whose really willing to talk to you about the kid. Wringing their hands and biting their lip, at first they are no better from the last you saw them but they're looking you straight in the eye now, their gaze focused. Watching this nervous wreck of a person gain a bit of backbone...fills you with determination.

They start telling you about the mountain again.