I guess I would say my life came from obscure beginnings.

No, no. I'm not some long lost son of an infamous criminal here to seek revenge. I'm not a child that's been fused with something terrible yet powerful at the same time-as such a philosopher stone.

However, I would argue to say my life still started as obscure. It had to be, especially when you're the "adopted" daughter of the Fuhrer. But I wasn't really adopted at all. My father is my blood father through and through. His ability to wield the flame coursed through me ever since I was born. In fact, I even inherited his dark eyes and his pitch black hair. It had always amazed me how easily the people of Amestris actually believed I was a poor child that he had found abandoned on the street during his many ventures away from the piling paperwork on his desk and with the goodness of his heart had decided to raise me as I had no family to go to.

I enjoyed hitting his buttons by claiming without me, his popularity would've never risen so high. It was true though. The people of Amestris admired him more after he came back with a bundle in his arms. It proved of his kind heart and his ideal to recognize every single individual and wanting to help each and every one, even if he couldn't.

And here you are, already knowing the big secret of the family. I am actually the Flame Alchemist's daughter, not a stranger saved by his tender soul (Oh God, I can't believe I actually wrote tender. If he ever reads this, he's going to throw a fit). My mother is his ever loyal general. Some know her as his babysitter. Others know her simply as his subordinate. But those close to him know her as Riza Hawkeye or Lieutenant, despite her shedding that military title a long while back.

And I got to say my parents made quite a mess for themselves. My mom getting pregnant was one thing, but hiding the pregnancy was a whole different ordeal. After trashing at least twenty different stories as to why the famed General Hawkeye was suddenly out of the military temporarily, they finally settled with the simplest story of them all. (They were all Father's crazy stories too. I don't blame my mother for smacking him on the head when he suggested a fake story about a heartbreak with a man who had actually been involved with another woman) In a town of disorder and small frequent uprisings, Hawkeye was severely injured and discharged temporarily so her wounds would heal. Stole away by her friend, Rebecca, she stayed comfortably waiting for my arrival.

On June 24, Elsa Phoenix Mustange came into the world. Stop giving me these weird looks; OBVIOUSLY I don't remember that exact moment I opened my eyes. I'm just trying to give an introduction here!

Ah, what the heck? This is boring as hell. There's no story, no conflict in the introduction. It's just like how Father started out as a simpleton boy who loved the flames and wanted to create them with his own ability, not with rocks or a stick. Still, I have to make myself clear.

I am the true daughter of the Fuhrer, a bit of a princess of Amestris. And I am here to tell you about the time when seven Homunculi had risen from the dead. Again.