Prologue

I have no family. They all died in a plane crash. I was the only one who survived out of my family.
After they died I was put into a foster home. Nobody there cared about me. All I was to them was their slave. I ran away from there. I was a five year old girl who could barely walk and had no idea where to go.
After I left town my energy gave out and I was found by a boy a year older than me. His family took me in and gave me everything I needed and treated me like their own daughter.

When I turn eight I became ill and was I'm the hospital. I got infections on my arms and they had to remove them. Luck for me, the people that took me were mechanics.

When I got released from the hospital I went to school the first time, though I never paid attention or do any of the work. I blame my adoptive parents for telling me about my biological parents. I looked into my parents since I couldn't remember anything about them.
My mom was a lawyer and work for defending people who were wrongly accused. My dad was a State Alchemist. He was known as 'Dragon Alchemist'. They said when he was little he was used as a lab rat. By the time he got away from the lab. Hr studied alchemy. He got his name because he was able the breath fire.

After I learned everything I could about my parents I would lock myself in the basement surrounded by nothing but books and a twin sized mattress in the corner.
When I was thirteen I was able to do most of the alchemic abilities I learned from my dad's research books I found it the attic when I went to the house I lived in when my biological parents where alive.
After learning alchemy I went back to school I did the work and everything but I would spend most my time draw transmutation circles or anything that popped into my mind.

During winter break I convinced my adopted parents to let me tale a State Alchemist exam and Fuhrer King Bradley said I passes with flying colors.
I went back home to finish the scoop year I got into a train accident and lost my left leg -boy, aren't I a lucky person-.
When I finally made it back to school I got bullied alot and start to cut. I hated the scars they left behind and eventually I stopped and started to tattooed over them. I got a professional tattoo artist to tattoo my back in memory of my parents.
Before I left to go to Central to get situated with a team, sigh paper work, and get a watch, I tattooed a purple butterfly leaving behind a trail a flames wrapped around my leg.
And that's where I got my name.

'Flaming butterfly'

Hello guy thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. If you didn't I'm sorry you don't have good taste, nah I'm just kiddin'. Anyway, bye! ^_^