[Hello! This is my first FMA fiction (and fiction altogether) so please review, and give me some help! I'm fairly sure that I'm going to continue this story. This is simply an introduction, this way we don't have flashbacks and such. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!]
Dear Mom,
Look, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not writing this letter to make peace. I still hate you, and, right now, I can't find it in my heart to forgive you. I have heard rumors of you living in Aquroa, and decided to send you a letter to tell you how things have been going sense you ran away.
Where do I start? Brother and I had it rough that first year you were gone. We had the worst winter in years, and the town was nearly wiped out multiple times. But hay, that's Briggs for ya! If it weren't for the soldiers and our own mettle, I don't think we would have survived. As soon as spring came and the snows melted some, we were caught off guard by a really bad sickness, Diphtheria I believe is what it is called? Because of North City, only a few of the small children died. I was one of the lucky ones who caught it after the treatment came.
Fast forward five years, and that's when my life when in a downward spiral...again. Brother enlisted to fight in the war, leaving me with the Hako's. Even though Miley and I were still friends, we drifted after Brother was killed. You do know about that right? Anyway, I began searching for the key to human transmutation.
Well, after my short period of depression following Brother's death, I found that alchemy made me happy, and that I lived to find knowlage about the subject and become a better alchemist. So, I traveled to a little town west of Resembool to speak with a man who claimed he would be my teacher. I only studied under him for two years, due to conflicting ideals that I don't want to bore you with. Even though we had our differences, I learned far more under him than I ever did on my own. He not only instructed me in alchemy, but he also shared with me the importance of defending myself: without the use of alchemy. I learned many different fighting styles,and became skilled in an array of weapons. I'm stronger in every way, physically (especially physically), mentally, and even emotionally because of Teacher. I spent a significant amount of time in Central as well, studying to take the State Alchemist Exam. My sponsor didn't take to kindly to me at first, but he ended up respecting me not only as an alchemist, but as a person as well. By the time all of this had happened, I was only at age 14.
I'm sure you've heard of the Fullmetal Alchemist? Well, hearing his story inspired me to work harder. I've decided to take the State Alchemist exam this year, and I believe I've got a pretty good shot at passing.
I highly doubt that you read all through this, Mother, but I do hope your doing alright.
Sencerly,
(Reader's name)
As you sighed your name at the bottom, you noticed a tear drop on the left side of the page. The two a.m. Bells rang, and you were shocked at how long it had taken you to write your letter. Crumpled-up paper lay scattered about your moonlit room. As you stretched your arms and yawned, you balanced your chair on the back legs. Suddenly, you changed the center of balance, sending you toppling to the floor. You cursed, but laughed lightly and blew out the candle that illuminated your messy desk.
Only one more month until I become a state alchemist.
[so there it is! Sorry it's short and boring. Ch.2 will be coming shortly, so just bare with me :D ]
