This is my first fanfiction I have ever submitted. I have been a big fan of Fullmetal Alchemist ever since I got into anime. I got the idea for this epic shortly after I finished Brotherhood. I enjoyed the show so much I just didn't want it to end. So this is my feeble attempt to continue Hiromu Arakawa's masterpiece. I do note however that I Do Not Own Fullmetal Alchemist or any rights relating to it, this is just fan made work of fiction.
Father and the homunculi have been defeated, The government of Amestris has been reformed. Ed has lost his ability to use alchemy and stays at home with Winry. Al begins a journey with May Chang to Xing to learn about alkahestry. Ling Yao the new Emperor of Xing and Tim Marcoh possess the only remaining Philosopher's Stones and only Ed, Al and Tim Marcoh know how to create new ones. This secret is one they plan to take to their graves. Finally lead by Mustang, Alex Louis Armstrong, and Scar work to rebuild Ishval and together the Ishvalin people are alive and thriving. This all seems like a happily ever after ending. Well it's not, in Xing a powerful unknown foe arises that threatens the balance of nature it self. This will send the nation in to turmoil and forge the destiny of history forever.
It had been over a year since Ling had been appointed Emperor of Xing by his father. Being in possession one of the last Philosopher's Stones known to exist he had the power of immortality resting on his finger. One night he had retired to his quarters with an uneasy feeling. As he lay in his bed reading a very boring report he had received about investigation of the assassination of a Xu clan noble. While Ling did feel concern for the well-being of his people he felt no reason to be too concerned. This sort of stuff happened all the time and it usually worked it self out. So this was not the cause an uneasy feeling.
"Maybe some jiu will clear my mind" Ling thought out loud. He called his attendant Tzu.
"Hey Tzu-san! I don't too feel good, I cant get out of bed" Ling said with a smirk on his face.
"My Lord! do you need medical attention?" Tzu said sarcastically.
"Yes Tzu, I need a pretty nurse to gently pour jiu Into my mouth." Ling chuckled to himself a bit. Nothing was wrong really, so why did he have that feeling?
"I will arrive with the finest jiu in all of Xing and deliver nestled in a woman's bosom. Emperor Yao-sama" This was even more sarcastic than before which, as always, made Ling laugh.
"Very well Tzu-sama." Ling too could play at the sarcasm game. And was just as good as Tzu. He liked this laid back attitude much better than the serious demeanor of his advisers. His advisers cared little for the well being of the Emperor and his subjects and much for their own and their friends wealth and power. But Ling had to play along if he wanted to get anything done because they controlled much of the bureaucracy and had great influence amongst the clan leaders. Maybe this is what was bothering him.
Lings train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"My lord I wish to speak to you" came a serious yet distinctly feminine voice.
"Come Lan Fan, indulge in some jiu" Ling said but not with the big grin he would usually give.
"Is something wrong my lord, something seems to be troubling you?"
Ling slumped his head "It's nothing for you to worry about Lan Fan."
Lan Fan scowled "My lord you can trust me! I know something is bothering you, is those rumors that you're too weak and young to lead!"
"It's not that, it's this funny feeling I have, I don't like it, something just seems off, its hard to ignore."
A voice came from the doorway "Special delivery for one emperor chibi-sama" It was Tzu, and he had arrived with the jiu.
Lan Fan made a sharp scowl and through grit teeth said "I can't believe that the young Emperor allows you to address him with such disrespect."
Tzu cocked his sideways and grinned "Do you want jiu or not?"
Ling set down the report and hopped out of bed. "Yes thank you Tzu" he said as he grabbed the two liters alcohol with his usual absurd grin. He dismissed Tzu and hopped over to his bed jiu in hand.
"Dear Lan Fan let us drink our worries away." Lan Fan felt like objecting, but as she was about to take a look into Ling's eyes to tell him she couldn't he saw his deep brown eyes and became mesmerized. As he raised the yellow jiu to fer lips she felt herself drinking it. The taste was strong, she had drunk very little alcohol over the course of her life and she was not entirely used to it. But she wasn't paying attention, all she could see was the young lord.
"Lan Fan are you ok?" Ling said with a grin that took up his entire face. It looked to Lan Fan that Ling had cheered up . Taking one look at Lings goofy expression caused Lan Fan to break out laughing, but it lasted for about six seconds before she returned to her usual stern expression.
"Yes it's all fine." she said. She found herself enjoying the drink more and more as time went on. Soon enough she leaned over Ling and started embracing him, something that he returned. After a few minutes of this where it was clear she was thoroughly drunk she whispered in his ear "'I love you Ling." Waiting for a response she then realized that he had already into a drunken asleep. She at the moment followed suit and fell asleep embracing Ling.
Fuzhou Chung had been head of night security for the Emperor for 6 years. He was six foot eight with strength that could allow him to pick up a truck and pull it up it up a hill. Trained in 6 martial arts and armed with the best weapons available he seemed like an unstoppable force. This all changed in an instant when a robed man descended from the ceiling on to his shoulders and stuck his windpipe with a 7 inch long dagger. Unable to speak and about to die he was determined to fight off this assassin with his remaining life. He leaped into the air and jumped the off wall. Much to his shock he found the wall had turned into a spongy material that severely threw off his balance and caused him to land on the floor face first. He caught himself with his hands but collapsed into floor because it too had turned into a spongy material. Was this Alkahestry? He hadn't seen any light to indicate it would be, but what else could explain his. But before he could regain his footing the assassin landed on his back and made a deep cut into the back of his right knee. Now unable to stand, talk or sound an alarm, was unable to warn the Emperor of the impending danger. There Fuzhou Chung died, his illustrious career put to an inglorious end.
As the assassin walked down the hall, he came to the emperor's quarters. This door is 5 inches thick made of a titanium aluminum alloy. The lock on the door 8 pins that were very happy to go back to where they were, making the door nearly unpickable. Fortunately for the assassin he had a perfectly operational key. As he lightly tread into the room. The light had been left on allowing him to survey the room. He walked over to the bed. Lightly glowing a deep crimson was the Philosopher's Stone. Small as it may seem it was all that was needed to set his scheme into motion. With a lightning quick motion he sliced Ling's finger off and grabbed the stone. Ling, despite having been drunk 4 hours earlier bolted up just in time to partially dodge a swing by the assassins dagger. He had been aiming for the artery in his throat and missed piercing it by two millimeters. Ling did a back flip out of bed and grabbed his sword from a nearby table. Before he could unsheathe it another blow came directed towards him aimed at his stomach. Ling jumped back just in time. It was at at this time Lan Fan came to her senses "You will pay for assaulting the Young Lord! Pay with your life!"
"Is that so young lady?" The assassin taunted. As Lan Fan charged she felt a throwing knife piercing her stomach.
"Damn" Lan Fan said under her breath as she staggered to her knees.
"Lan Fan!" Ling cried. This had been just enough of a distraction for Ling to draw his sword, quickly he blocked a blow from the assassin. Ling then promptly counter attacked swinging for his head. Suddenly an explosion occurred in the wall. The assassin stood on the edge of the wall and the outside 3 floors down "It makes little difference to me if you live or die, I have what I need" holding up the Philosopher's Stone he jumped down.
"After him! He's getting away!" Lan Fan cried.
"No, we need to get you to the hospital, let the guards take care of it."
"But my lord, the stone, your immortality, it's more important than me."
"Shut up Lan Fan. Here let me help you up."
"No I'm fine, grab your finger we need to hurry."
That's the end of chapter 1. Hope you liked it, next chapter we follow May and Al as the arrive and Xing and profile the dangers they face in their journey to learn the way of the dragons pulse. Since this is my first fan-fic I would very much like feedback, so do review! I will try to update once every week or two, so if you like it there is more where that cam from.