Let's start with one little bit of information you should know. Mr. Lichkram's history class is boring. It is the most boring thing you can imagine, and double that with my one friend in the class being "sick" for the fifth time that month. And triple since we weren't using our phones for working, so I couldn't play Battleborn Tap or Hearthstone. And quadruple since there was a week and a half left of school!

Okay, let me start over, my name's Sam, nice to meet you. I got two hours of sleep that night! So, going off the whole boring thing I mentioned earlier, I'm guessing you can figure out I was trying not to pass out in the middle of class. I was trying to make myself think about my history project, which was three weeks late, that I had to finish, but alas, I failed, miserably.

I was out cold without even one idea on how to fix my problem, which made me very conflicted for .8 seconds, but sleep won in that brief deadlock of logic and what I actually wanted to do.

I was quite surprised when I woke up immediately after I fell asleep in an endless, pure white expanse of absolutely nothing but an also pure white figure with the creepiest smile ever standing about ten to fifteen feet away from me. We just looked at each other for a minute, his smile seeming to grow wider as my eyes grew wider. I slowly realized what I was looking at.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, followed by a quick, "I have to be dreaming." I looked around frantically, but there was nothing there to deny or prove my theory. "I'm totally fucking dreaming, I mean I can't be sleeping too well where I currently am, seriously, and this is obviously a lucid dream, which always happen when you're not sleeping well…" I continued rambling like this for a few minutes, until Truth chuckled and I stopped and looked at him(or it?) and asked, "Am I dreaming?"

He chuckled again and said in a child-like hollow voice. "That is for me to know and you to find out, alchemist." I looked at him like he was crazy, and, well, he let out a loud laugh that sounded like thousands of people all laughing in unison, "That is interesting, indeed! It must be the Dwarf being reckless with his Philosopher's Stone! He is over using it which is making it try to drag souls through the Gate!" It let out another one of its horrible laughs. "As you can see, you are still alive and your soul is not being used by the Dwarf, so you must pay a toll to go through. And losing everything may be enough, but I must take one or two other things to be safe, I don't want one of the most entertaining humans I may ever see to die on the way there." He grinned wide.

I eyed him warily, hoping that he wouldn't take my arm or something important like that could make me bleed out. Or he could put me in a desert, miles away from any civilization. The Truth is a sadistic little bastard, so my suspicions were warranted. "I got it!" He blurted out loudly, grin growing ever wider, "Youth! Something quite precious to you humans, but don't worry, I'll only take a few years, maybe four or five." He seemed quite delighted by this idea, "I'll have to take a few other things,though, like some of the blue in your eyes..."

I was getting worried, but then I realized something, "I'm dreaming, I'll be fine," I said aloud. The Truth stopped speculating on what to take from me and laughed.

"Then it's a deal." Black arm-like tendrils floated towards me and started pulling me towards a large stone door. I looked back at it and my stomach dropped, my heart sank, ect., basically I felt an oncoming sense of dread. I started trying to calm myself by thinking of all the good things that could come if this is was real. Ed and Al, alchemy, being able to drink, drive, no more Scott.

This didn't work for long as mind drifted to Scar, the Homunculi, and all the bad things about this world, until again I said, "I'm dreaming," I stated it with confidence. I repeated myself, "It's a dream," it wasn't nearly as confident as the first. I continued this, each time becoming exponentially less convincing, until I was on the brink of entering the Gate.

"Good luck, Alchemist."

The doors closed...

The next thing I knew there was so much information streaming into my mind that it felt like my head was going to explode. I was screaming from the pain, many times I tried to lessen it, but nothing could help. It felt like I was there for an eternity, it actually felt as though years were passing, but time seemed to move around me. Suddenly the pain lessened greatly, to the point of being only like the small headache you get when you walk from a dark room into a very bright one. I closed my eyes as a sudden bright approached me. Soon I felt something cold and hard underneath, I was laying on it…

A/N

Cliffhanger! I hope you all enjoyed this Prologue of the soon to come story! In all honesty, this wasn't easy to get done, I had to do my actually history project, track and soccer, and I already wrote this once, but that one kind ended up as the shitty draft. But seriously, I hope anyone who actually read this looks forward to reading the rest of this as I am with writing it!