DISCLAMER: I don't own FMA or any of the caractors... I wish I did!
Chapter one
I love music it is my life the only thing is it's been taken away, along with all my books all I have now is this computer with one program on it, notepad. All I can do in this jail is type they won't even let me talk. The jail guard gets music and I cannot do anything until I reveal how I do it. I am a spell weaver and everyone wants me as part of there team.
They do not understand the nature of my being; I need sound to live so they take it away. They whip me every day and think it is painful yet I live my life in silence how can that not be pain enough? No they think more than that; I would rather tell then live in silence. I want to die; I hate this I can't stand it! How is anyone able to live like this? Sometimes I find enough energy within me that I can tune my ears up and listen to the guards music but it only fills my heart with pain and I usually get caught muttering a spell or drawing a circle to listen.
I am the only one who can weave and it is a hard task indeed. Many many years ago when life flourished with music and spells everyone could weave them. Then someone came and took it away, someone who never even had it. It was in1644 B.C. 1st full moon. I was born later on 1644 A.D. 1st full moon and I was given all the power ever had. I do not want it for it only gets me trouble.
I am Alphonse, my big brother was killed trying to save us from this place...
Authors note:
I don't know if i should continue or not... please tell me!