I hope this tribute to Trisha is good enough. It didn't really come out the way I wanted... But anyway, please read, review, and enjoy.
I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters. Hiromu Arakawa does.
In the darkness of the world beyond, Trisha had watched them, her sons. She had watched them as they learned alchemy, along with the lessons of life, from Izumi Curtis.
Her heart seemed to break as she watched, mere children, pour themselves entirely into a fruitless effort to bring her back, instead of playing outside with friends like other children their ages.
She cried out as they trespassed into God's domain and had their bodies taken by the gate. Even as she did so, she was, in some distant part of her heart, happy that they would make such sacrifices for her.
Her heart wrenched as Edward became a State Alchemist, a dog of the military. That sensation was only beaten by the pride that she felt knowing that her son had passed the test that so many others far older than him had failed.
And after that, at every wound Edward and Alphonse sustained, both mental and physical, Trisha felt her soul tear a little more.
But seeing their faces, well, Edward's, smiling in the golden light of the sunlight, eyes and spirits shining with determination, she felt her soul repair itself, and shine with all the pride and love she had.
