The Wind Alchemist

By No Wonder

"Is that…who I think it is?" Colonel Roy Mustang cried as he looked out the window from his office in central.

"That can't be…Sara?" He gazed out the window at the girl on street who was currently having a conversation with Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist.

"She couldn't possibly be that scrawny 15-year-old we sent out West 6 years ago…" he said, his eyes glued to the window.

"She's so…beautiful."


"So who are you, anyway?" Ed asked the strange woman as she sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Sara Hill, better known as the Wind Alchemist. But those military desk freaks in there stuck me out in a hick town way out in the west," she sighed and stuck a thumb at the main Central office.

The woman of 21 cared little about conversing with the short, blonde boy. Her resolve was securely fixated on getting back at those who had stuck her in podunk central. A strange tattoo was on her arm and Ed assumed it was some sort of fashion.

"Who are you anyway, kid. Your dad in the military?" she questioned as a mix of anger and pride overtook Ed.

"No way! I'm a state alchemist, Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist!" he cried as the woman suddenly paused. She then erupted in laughter, tears streaming from her eyes.

"YOU'RE Edward Elric? Oh, this'll be too easy!" she cried, blowing a gust of wind from her mouth and drawing a long sword from it.

"What the hell are you doing?" he inquired as she readied her sword. With a quaint smile she said,

"You took my title, now I'm taking your dignity."


Roy rushed outside and arrived just as the two began to spar. His eyes boggled as the female's jacket rode up while fighting.

"This is why I want all the women to wear mini skirts…," he said absentmindedly as Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye darted out the doors and out to Roy.

"Colonel Mustang…," Riza began, but stopped and sighed when she saw Ed and Sara sparring.

"Isn't she wonderful?" Roy beamed, his mouth drawn in a crooked smile. Riza sighed; he was always this way around other women. Why did he never look at her that way?

"Ladies, ladies!" Colonel Mustang suddenly said breaking up the fight, causing a great growl to rise from Ed's throat.

"Who are calling a girl?" the boy cried. Roy paid no attention to the milk-hating orphan and walked directly towards Sara.

"You can't possibly be Sarah Hill…the Wind Alchemist, could you?" Roy said with a knowing and over confidant smile.

"You couldn't possibly be Colonel Mustang…could you?" Sara began, dismissing her sword, fake admiration in her eyes.

"Yes, yes I am!" Roy beamed excitedly. "Then move outta my way!" Sara cried, pushing Roy aside.

"S-Sara? What's wrong? Is it something I said?" he asked, rushing after her.

"Let me see…oh that's right! YOU were the one who sent me out into the middle of nowhere on a nearly impossible task! You just wanted to get rid of me!" she cried as Ed began to snicker.

"I…Sara! I'm sorry I didn't realize you would…," Roy began but stopped after Sara thrust a hand backwards, in his direction, and headed toward a local inn. Roy lowered his head and sighed.

"You can't have them all, buddy…," Ed laughed as Lieutenant Hawkeye hurried over to him.

"Colonel Mustang, isn't it time you get back to -"

"I will Riza, I will," Roy said as he slowly followed after Sara.

"He's never…called me…Riza before…," the Lieutenant mumbled softly, a faint smile playing on her lips. Alphonse Elric, followed by Major Armstrong, walked out of the Central building and up to Ed.

"Who was that, brother?" Al asked, referring to Sara.

"Some chick alchemist who wanted to fight with me…I don't know why though. She said something about me taking her title or something. She's probably just jealous. Stupid wannabe," Ed muttered as he turned away from the direction Sara had run off in.

"That wouldn't be…The Wind Alchemist, Sara Hill, would it?" Al questioned, his mechanical eyes beaming with excitement.

"Yeah…why?" But Al left without another word, running off in the direction of the inn.


"Sara…can we please start over?" Roy asked, banging on Sara's door.

"No! If you didn't treat me well back when I was young and ugly, I won't talk to you now!" she cried from inside the room.

"Come on…I was young back then too! I'd only been working for a year…gimme a break, will ya?" Roy pleaded as the empty suit of armor known as Al bounded up to Roy.

"Is she in there?" he cried and Roy nodded. He then banged on the door.

"Miss Hill, I'm your biggest fan! Will you please sign an autograph?" he cried as the door suddenly flung open, a beaming Sara standing in the door way.

"Oh course! Anything for a fan!" she cried, whipping out a pen.

"Right here!" Al cried, pointing to his iron chest.

"Um…ok..," she agreed, thinking it was a bit weird, but signing his chest anyway.

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" he cried grabbing her hand after she had finished signing her name.

"Don't mention it!" she cried slowly backing into her room.

"I've gotta go tell Ed!" the younger Elric brother then said, dashing off to the outside of the inn. Just as Sara was about to close the door Roy grabbed her arm.

"Sara…please, will you go to dinner with me? I must do something to make up for how much you suffered…," he said as Sara looked back at him.

'If only he knew where he sent me was really for the best…,' she thought as she looked into his begging eyes.

"Oh I suppose, but you're paying!" she said with a slight smile.

"I'll be here at 7, is that alright?" he asked as she nodded. She returned to her room and closed the door. Her normal perky expression faded and she slide down the door to the floor.

"If they only knew…," she mumbled softly.


"Brother!" Al cried as he ran up to Ed.

"Look, look! She signed my chest!" he cried, pointing to her signature.

"You're a fan of that good-for-nothing Femme-Alchemist?" Ed cried in horror.

"Brother! Good-for-nothing? How can you say something like that! She was the youngest State Alchemist of her time, and the 2nd woman to become a State Alchemist to boot!" Al cried as Ed's eyebrows furrowed.

"Youngest State Alchemist of her time you say…how old was she?" Ed asked his younger brother.

"16, she's been out West for 5 years now!" Al said as Ed realized why she wanted to fight.

"I see now, I took her title as youngest State Alchemist away!" he said with a slight laugh.

"No wonder she wanted to fight…," he said punching his right fist into his left hand.

"You'd lose brother, she has the wind on her side!" Al said as Ed snorted.

"I'd like to see her try…she's just like Roy. She must have some item that assists her alchemic power…" Ed trailed.

"Like you?" Al suggested. Ed became angry at this comment.

"What do you mean? All my powers I have I've worked hard for!" Ed said angrily.

"What what about you arm…you turn it into a sword which aids you in almost all your battles! Without you'd have surely lost quite a few!" Al said as Ed grimaced.

"Forget about it. Come on." Ed said, obviously disgruntled.

"I'll show her…" Ed muttered softly as he and Ed walked back to the Central office.


Sara examined herself in the mirror. She had to say she looked quite good. She was wearing a long black dress with long black gloves and a pearl necklace. She was wearing make-up for a change and she let her hair fall freely down, framing her face.

"I hope he doesn't see through me…," she muttered softly.

"I was young then, I was better at pretending…," she said as she raised one hand up. A gust of wind swirled around it and she opened her eyes wide. She brought her hand slowly down over her body the wind encircling her. She then examined herself again.

"I'll be fine…no one can tell…nothing will happen…" she said tears working up in her eyes. A shark knock was then heard at the door.

"7 o'clock sharp…," she sniffled looking at the clock. She took a deep breath,

"Ishbala will protect me."


"So, you don't think I'm that bad of a person…do you?" Colonel Mustang asked as and Sara dined.

"Well, that was quite cruel to send me off at such a young age…but I suppose I could forgive you. I notice you didn't to that to that Elric boy. Was I special?" Sara asked as Roy laughed.

"Those boys had their mission planned out from the beginning. They're after the Philosopher's Stone." Sara froze as Roy said this. She had heard of their search as a rumor, but had thought that the search for the stone had been given up after the Ishbal Massacre.

"I…see," she squeaked.

"They plan on using it to restore Ed's lost arm and leg. He supposedly lost it in the Ishbal war but…," Roy stopped.

"Er, he did lose it in the Ishbal war…that's a fact!" he said, but Sara wasn't listening. The mention of the dreaded stone had frozen her brain. She hadn't thought about it for ages as the people in the West never talked of it.

"I, uh, need to visit the powder room…," she said pushing her chair out from the table.

"Oh…oh, ok," Roy stuttered as the Wind Alchemist left in a hurry.

"Something's wrong…very wrong."


"I sense her presence." Scar said rising from his seat.

"Whose presence?" the old Ishbalan man asked.

"The traitor. The Wind Alchemist."


"Pull yourself together…," Sara said as she gripped the sink counter the bathroom.

"You can get the Elric brother's later…you can kill them later…," she said as hot tears ran down her cheeks. The very mention of the stone had sent memories of the massacre flooding into her head.
How could she forget? How could anyone forget?

"Why do they seek the stone? I have to…control myse- I have to kill them!" she cried banging her fist down on the counter. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a pair of pants.

"Humph, good thing I brought these," she said, an angry laugh coming out of her mouth. She ripped off part of her skirt and tied her hair loosely.

"Time to say goodnight, boys."


"Come on, let's go back to the inn," Ed said as and Al walked out of the Central office and into the street.

"Where are you going?" they were confronted by an angry, female voice.

"To the inn…what, are you still mad about today?" Ed asked as Sara stepped into the light of a streetlamp. She drew her Kaze Katana from her breath and pointed it and Edward.

"Mad about today? You could say that," she yelled as she lunged toward him.

"Hah, not so fast, sister!" Ed cried as he jumped out of the way and drew his blade simultaneously. She growled and lunged toward him again.

"Hah, is that the best you can do?" he cried as he dodged her again. She drew in a deep breath and omitted a tremendous breath which sent Ed crashing into a wall. She neared him and drew her blade.

"And I thought you might actually pose a challenge…," she laughed.

"Ok, ok, you win…put the sword down, you're scaring me!" he cried while attempting to get up.

"That's the point," she said about to bring her sword upon him. Her arm was caught by a strong grip.
Sara whipped her head around.

"Who would…," she stopped mid sentence, her eyes filled with shock.

"Leave him alone," the deep voice filled the space.

"You wouldn't kill one of your own would you? But, but, he's an alchemist too! Don't you want to kill him as well?" Sara begged as Scar sent her crashing to the wall with a fling of his hand.

"Show your true self!" he commanded as Sara whimpered.

"Please…no!" she said lowering her head.

"Do it!" he commanded as Sara raised a windy hand above her head. As she lowered it over her body her natural red eyes and dark skin washed over her.

"Just as I thought." Scar said lowering his outstretched hand.

"You…an Ishbalan…a State Alchemist!" Edward cried, shocked as the sight.

"S-Sara.." Al whimpered in the midst of it all.

"Traitor…," Scar said, glaring at her.

"I cannot kill you, but I can do this." With a swipe of her hand a gust of wind was forced from her body and into his hand.

"My…" she said, but then began to scream and writhe in pain.

"What…are you…doing?" she cried as Scar grimaced at the girl's suffering. The Elric brothers stood in awe. They had no clue Scar had this immense power hidden within himself.

"I'm sorry. But I have to. You cannot disguise who you truly are." As he said this, he lowered his hand. Sara reached her left hand to her right shoulder.

"It's…gone," she murmured running her hands over where her tattoo had been.

"Scar…," Ed growled.

"I don't wish to hurt you Edward Elric, but I will if you advance toward me," Scar said rather calmly and Ed restrained himself.

"Sara, are you ok?" Al said rushing over to Sara.

"I am but…," she attempted to draw her Kaze Katana.

"I have no power…Scar he…," she looked to where Scar had been standing. She looked down.

"This…this wasn't how it was supposed to happen!" She said, banging a fist down on the street.

"Sara…I'm sorry," Ed said, as sincerely as he could muster.

"I known where the Ishbalans currently reside now…would you like me to take you there?" Al asked but Sara shook her head.

"Scar would be there. He would inform the others. I would not be accepted. When I chose my fate I knew this would happen. I knew they would label me a traitor. But I had to. It was the only way to save him…," Sara trailed off.
She looked away from the brothers, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I could only save him if I accepted these powers. It was the will of Ishbala! Why could Scar not see that? Damn him!" she cried, a steady stream of tears falling down her cheeks.

"I did it to save Scar…he was dying…I'm sure he doesn't remember…," she said, sighing.

"Now…I was so young then…he so mature…he didn't know how I looked up to him…how I wished to be like him. I only wanted to be strong…to prove I wasn't just some lowly female who couldn't do anything. Then when Ishbalans were sought after, I had no choice. It was disguise myself or die. I didn't mean for it too last so long…" Sara began telling her life story as Ed and Al looked at each other frantically.

"Let's get her to the inn," Ed mouthed as Al nodded. The two brothers went over and picked up the distressed woman, who barely noticed.


"Hmm, I don't think women normally take this long in the bathroom…," Colonel Mustang sighed as he glanced at a clock. She'd been gone for half and hour.

"Perhaps I should ask a waitress to go in and check on her…," he said, no clue what had taken place.


"There. She's worn herself out by crying she's already asleep." Ed said as he laid Sara down on her bed at the inn.

"Let's go, Al." Ed said as he dragged his brother away from her bedside.

"But what if she needs someone one in the middle of the night?" Al wailed and Ed rolled his eyes and continued pulling his brother from the young woman's side.


Sara awakened to light streaming in through the window in her room.

"What…happened?" Sara wondered as she sat up in bed, slowly. She looked to the table next to her bed and noticed a note sitting there.

"Sorry about what happened last night, we're 2 doors down on the right. Knock on the door if you need anything." The Elric Brothers.

Underneath "The Elric Brothers" was obviously written "Alphonse Elric" but that has been crossed out. Sara slightly snickered at the boy's affection for her, but stopped when she remembered the previous night. She hurried to a mirror.

It had not been a dream, her Ishbalan face reflected back at her and she cringed. If she left the room someone would surely see her and report her. Just then the someone knocked on the door. She dashed to the adjoining bathroom.

"Sara, open up, it's us!" said the voice of the boy known as Alphonse Elric.

"Ed, she's in trouble!" Al cried as the door was kicked open.

"Al, she could be changing!" Ed cried, but it was too late.

"Sara, are you alright?" Al said, rushing to Sara's side.

"I'm fine but…," she lowered her head.

"Why didn't you turn me in?" she said as Al and Ed were both taken by surprise.

"Turn you in? How could we do that to you?" Al said, amazed she would even think that.

"Because, I'm an Ishbalan. Don't you think I must be evil? I mean, yesterday I tried to kill you…," Sara trailed off. She regretted everything about the night before. Jumping to conclusions about the brothers and having her powers taken away as a result.

"You're not evil, and you weren't really going to kill us…were you?" Al asked as Sara looked away. If Scar hadn't shown up at the exact moment she was sure the Elrics would be no more.

"You were…why?" Al asked when she didn't respond.

"I heard you're looking for the Philosopher's Stone…I jumped to conclusions. I'm sorry. I let my emotions take over." Sara looked up past Al to Ed. Ed looked away, almost glaring.

"C'mon Al, it's obvious she's fine. Let's go," Ed said with disdain, heading out the door.

"But what are we going to do? She can't leave the inn without being seen!" Al cried as Ed made a soft scoff.

"It's her own damn fault…," he muttered as Al began to get enraged.

"Brother, she needs our help! She helpless without her powers! Brother!" the empty piece or armor said.

"We have no plan, what else can we do?" Ed asked, standing outside the room, the door open. Sara then began to speak, her eyes glinting with hope.

"I have a plan."


"Well, well, what do we have here? An Ishbalan…I see." Said a low ranking officer as Ed and Al escorted Sara to a prison.

"Let me go!" Sara said struggling against the brothers.

"Fat chance!" Ed cried as he pushed Sara into the prison entrance.

"Now!" Ed whispered softly. The brothers both screamed and flew backward, getting tossed out into the street. Sara took off running, in the direction of the mountains.

"She…she got away!" the officer from earlier commented as he ran to the Elrics.

"Are you alright?" he asked as Ed faked a growl.

"Grrrr, she got away. She's too far away now…," Ed said with a sigh.

"There's no point now, besides, she can't do much damage." Al said with a nod.

"If you say so. She looked awfully familiar though, don't you think?" the officer said and Ed shook his head.

"Nope, never seen her in my life before," the Fullmetal Alchemist said, standing up and helping Al.

"We have one piece of business left to do," Ed said as Al nodded.


"How…how could this have happened! Ed, why didn't you do something!" Colonel Mustang said as he slid down onto his desk.

"I can't believe it…Sara Hill…dead at the hands of Scar…," he shook his head in disbelief.

"The body has disappeared, Al thinks Scar took it with him for some odd reason," Ed lied as Roy looked down solemnly at his desk.

"I see. I'll make arrangements for a funeral."


Scar looked at his tattoo on his right arm. A new piece of tattoo had appeared, the markings that Sara had worn hours earlier. He grunted, almost angrily.

"You had so much potential…," he muttered looking at the tattoo.

"But you gave it up for money and power. I know how you are. You didn't care that I was dying. You left right before I regained my strength. You left when I needed you most. Now you get what you deserve," Scar said softly as the flap of the tent he was sitting in opened.

"Back so soon?" the old Ishbalan asked as Scar nodded.

"It was a simple task. I had to get something from an old frie - acquaintance," he corrected, the old man nodding wistfully.

"Ah, the girl you call the traitor," he said in understanding as Scar looked concerned.

"What you mean, whom 'I call'. Do you not believe she is a traitor?" Scar asked and the old man chuckled.

"No Scar, you are the only one who seems to believe that. You won't accept the truth."

"What truth?" Scar responded angrily.

"She left to save you. She made a deal with a state alchemist. He'd give her power enough to save you, but in return she would have to serve the Military as an alchemist. Scar…will you accept it now? She did not want to become a dog of the Military. She did it for you."


"No matter how far she was away from Central, she was still and officer of the military. May she rest in peace." The small funeral was held close to where Maes Hughes had been held earlier. Nobody noticed the young Ishbalan woman who watched the proceedings from high up on an opposite hill. At least, nobody but the Elrics.