An Alchemist in the Wheel: Prologue: A Long-Haired Youth
Well, this is my first fan fiction. I came up with this idea wondering what would happen if Edward Elric were sent into the world that contained the Wheel of Time. Specifically, to Andor right before Moiraine goes to the Two Rivers. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Note: Thoughts will be in italics
Disclaimer: I don't own either the Wheel of Time or Full Metal Alchemist.
Edward Elric leapt at Father in a last ditch effort to stop the nationwide Philosopher's Stone from being created. However, he himself got caught up in the effect of the transmutation. Suddenly Ed found himself before the doors of Truth.
"Well, well. It seems that once again you are caught up in this place Mister Alchemist." Truth laughed.
"Not by choice you trickster!"
"Hold on, I want to make a deal with you. I will give you and your brother your bodies back if you complete a task for me."
"And what task would that be?"
"To help stop a Dark One from taking over a world that was imprisoned separately from all other worlds. You will still be able to use alchemy there, and the passage there and back will be part of the equivalent exchange. Mister Alchemist."
"What about my brother and everyone else?"
"Don't worry, time flows differently in the different worlds. Your time in the different world age wise will be the same amount of time in your own world. So you don't have to worry about aging faster than others in your world. Have fun."
And so the portal in the gate opened. The black hands seized Ed and dragged him into the world where time flows in a never-ending wheel. Where the struggles of the ages are played out again and again with slight variations. But this time there would be a very large, or should I say 'small' change that will never be duplicated again. Thus begins another chapter in the turning of the wheel.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades into myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, and Age long past, a wind rose and blew through the Mountains of Mist and eventually reached the outskirts of Caemlyn. Passing a blond-haired young man recently dropped in as if from nowhere. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor ends to the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning…
