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Summary: Dragon/FMA Lovers unite! The year 2013, 1313 years after the curse on the dragon race. The spell has been broken, now a killer seize reins on the world. Ed and Al are sent to save our precious world, while saving their own in the process. Will they be able to? Rated T for Ed's excessive word usage. Pairings unsure. Switching First Person!

Things to know:

This is after the end of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. If you've haven't watched it yet, only seen the original, this story is still readable for you. There's Original stuff in it too!

Al has his body in this.

I have one major OC named Cleo, but other characters non-FMA are in the story.

Based modern day in Kentucky on the country side.

Other FMA characters per say, Mustang, Hawkeye, homunculi, etc. Not sure yet, but I will have them in here sometime, somehow.

And EVERYTHING in this is animated. It set in modern day, but it's still animated! ^.^

Disclaimer: All I own is my dragons and OCs, nothing more, nothing less. Go Dragons! Well, and FMA of course!

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Ed's POV

A white room. A plain nothingness. A filtered room with the sarcasm of it being a black void. The Gate. Along with Truth sitting at the door way. "Now what? Haven't I been here enough already?" I shook my head as I flung my arms in the air. This was another one of my nightmares, wasn't it.

"Yes, and expect to come here many more times. See me once, I might call you again. See me more than once, you're game." Truth grinned his teeth through his wicked smile. "I have a mission for you," it stated bluntly.

"A mission?" I questioned.

"Yes, I want you to save a world, one not your own. You're the only one who's able to do it," its grin disappeared from its mantled black face.

"What's the point in that?" I screamed, a little disappointed.

"That's none of your business to know," it said bluntly. I don't understand? Why would Truth want me to a save another world?

"Okay, fine," I agreed simply. "What's in it for me?" I asked, glaring at it.

"I'll give you all your alchemic power back, maybe more than you had. Depends on how well you get the job done," it replied. The emptiness of the room ran shivers down my spine.

Through the frightfulness, I spoke up, "You're not going to give me much of a choice in this, now are you?"

"No," it answered.

I sighed, scratching the side of my head, "Fine, I'll do whatever it is. Save the world or whatever, on three conditions."

"Go ahead," it smirked as he rose his arm for me to continue.

"One, Al gets to come with me," I started. I know Al shouldn't be apart of this mess, but he's my brother dammit and I can't see him living without me. Not knowing where I was or why I was gone would burden him. It's only been a year now since Al turned his armor into automail parts, but I wanted him to come. Not for me, but for him. Besides, I can't save an entire world, unknown to me, alone. That's craziness. "Two, when I'm in the other world I don't age nor does Amestris."

I held my finger to my lip thinking long and hard about the last one. I could ask for anything. "Oh, and three, though I don't age on the other side, I grow an inch per year for the next ten years." That would make me 5'11 when I'm 26, technically 16, seeing that I don't age, not bad. I would ask for more years on top of the ten, but I don't want people to make fun of me because I'm tall. Although that wouldn't be bad! I smiled, "Deal."

"No, not exactly. I can't stop time, that goes against matter and space itself. But I can make it go slower, say ten years over there equals one year in Amestris," it smiled, putting its black hands on its cross-legged knees.

Truth smiled too much, I always think he's hiding something, which I know he is.

"Okay, fine. Deal than?" I interrogated, squinting my eyes.

"Deal," he agreed. I rested my eyes, sighing.

"Can you tell me 'bout this place?" I asked nicely.

He snickered, "You'll know soon enough. Walk through those doors, I promise nothing will hurt you while passing."

Bastard, he can't even give me a single hint. The gates swung open with a thundering cry. The squeal shuddered my ears. I walked in after the long echo through the nothingness ended. Flashing light blinded my view. Like all those years ago.

Suddenly everything turned into a black void after my eyes adjusted to the brightness. The overwhelming darkness swallowed pain into the golden trimmers of my eyes, but I spotted a light at the end of the tunnel.

Cleo's POV

Beep, beep, beep!

I slapped the clock as I looked down at the red numbers blinking. "It's seven o'clock already! I don't wanna get up," I complained. I rested my eyes for another five minutes.

A loud knock on my door made the chocolate colored dachshund on my bed to howl annoyingly. "Ole, stop yapping, Mr. Weenie!"

I know, our dog had the most stupidest name, but my sister, Mia, insisted it. It's considered "her dog", but I always feed him, water him, bathe him, and he even likes me better.

I removed myself from my bed, stretching my arms and legs in my sweat pants and the blue shirt I wore yesterday. I ran my hands through my brunette, greasy hair, I forgot to take a shower again. Well, I didn't really forget, my sister ran all the hot water from the tank.

It's Monday, so it's Okay.

I grabbed some skinny jeans out of my walk-in closet and a yellow shirt with a dorky smiley face on the front. Mr. Weenie scratched at the door, barking afterwards. I opened the door to let him out into the hallway. I was in the middle of getting dress, but only my mom and sister were in the house. My dad was on trucking duties. I only saw him half the year, mostly during the summer.

"Cleo, breakfast is ready!" My mom called. I smelled the sudden whiff of bacon and sausages with fried eggs.

"Coming!" I zipped up my pants, grabbing a comb and my iPhone from my night stand by my green bed. I ran down the hall with my stingy hair hitting the pictures on the panel walls. Mia sat on the couch with a plate of eggs, toast, sausages, and bacon. I walked into the kitchen to grab my plate. Mom handed it to me, "Thanks!"

"You're welcome, sweetie," she teased. I hated being called that.

I slumped back over the blue couch, making sure I didn't drop anything off my plate. Mia turned on the flat screen TV in our living room to the news. Nothing special, just a few furies tonight. Only when they cancel school is it interesting to watch.

Mia grabbed her clear backpack, because of the new policy at the school all bag had to be clear or see through. "Bobby's here to take me to school!" she cheered.

Oh, I forgot to mention my sister's a Junior in high school with a boyfriend named Bobby apparently. I've never had a boyfriend, and honestly don't want one until after schooling. I'm only fifteen in my Freshman year. Only four more years to go.

"Bye, honey! Have fun!" Mom waved as she cleaned the stove and dishes.

"Oh, I will," she stated sarcastically, while rolling her eyes. Hey, at least she didn't have to ride the bus. Such a pain. I'm on there for a half hour, but that's not so bad. My friend's on the bus for an hour.

She shut the door behind her. Shortly afterwards, I went down to the end of the driveway to wait for the metal Twinkie. When the bus came, I carried my books on and sat in seat seventeen with Chelsie, a blond with some temper issues from a bad home life. "Hiya," I waved, smiling.

"Hey," she gave a gentle smile back.

On the bus with Chelsie, we talked about her animals at home, I think that's the only thing she cared about, and the school day ahead. We both had A/B averages on report cards, so we always suspected what every period would bring. Same old, same old.

I stepped off the bus into the high school building through the security guards that checked our clear bags if we had any. After going to my locker for the needed supplies, I headed to homeroom. Then the bell rung for first period, Science. Fifty minutes later came Math, than English. But I must say in Reading class something interesting happened.

At the time we had a substitute, Mrs. Hart. She's an old women that nobody likes, she gives us work, even if were not talking, on top of the everything else the teacher assigned. But that's not the interesting part. "Mrs. Hart!" my Science teacher called, "Turn on the news."

The grouchy wench turned on the TV like she was told. A reporter explained, "An unexpected breakdown happened in Wyoming today. Cody, Wyoming, by Yellowstone, is now in ruins from a fire. Some say that dragon burned down the city, but investigators say that an accidental electrical surge discharged the city in flames. But nobody knows for certain, it's slowly moving across the US. Nobody is able to douse it, even with millions of gallons or water. After this commercial, we'll give you a sky view of the area and an on scene report from the surviving citizens. Only with twenty-five deaths, the people are freaking about their houses, boats, businesses, and land."

A dragon? People really are crazy anymore. I heard the teacher, "Now settle down children. They'll put out the fire before it gets to us." She signal her hands lightly.

After the crappy commercial, the reporter came back on with a random guy wide-eyed, "Run for your lives! The Apocalypse is among us! Dragons man, Dragons!"

Dragons again, really? Aren't they called "mystical creatures" for a reason?

"Well, that's the peoples point of view, let's see the helicopter shall we."

The helicopter showed the city in ruins, still burning. Houses resulted into ash, and trees chard to blackness. People signaled themselves to safety on the ground floor within the singeing flames waiting for rescue. The bell rung for lunch, and I joined Chelsie with her ginger boyfriend.

I arrived at my table after paying for my lousy lunch that I probably wasn't going to eat anyways. I wasn't very hungry. "Hiya," I greeted as I sat beside Chelsie. "You hear the news?"

"Yeah, poor people. It's horrible, but the fire department has it under control. The Doctor will save us!" She laughed, but held determination in her voice. I forgot to say, Chelsie's a Doctor Who fan, maybe more than anime.

"Yeah," I sarcastically agreed with her. Than another friend, Spencer came to our table. She's a brunette that's somewhat taller. Taller than me by a landslide, anyways. Of course I was a shorty, but at least I'm cool with it, unlike Ed. I'm taller than him, though.

"I need to tell you something," Spencer whispered silently as she came closer to us, looking around to make sure nobody was listening. "My boyfriend asked me to marry him!"

"Good for you!" I exclaimed excited for her. Now I have a friend that's going to get married at the age fifteen, how much crazier could this day get?

The rest of the day, uh, how could I put it. Boring? Unexcited? Ceaselessly moved onward with nothing happening. I went through Art, Social Studies, and Health class. I don't why we have health class, I'm not going to be a doctor or nurse when I grew up. I hate the site of blood and intestines.

When I arrived home from the bus ride, my sister sat on the blue couch watching some Si-Fi movie about romance and drama. I headed down to my room as I removed my sketch book out of my books. I had a texture picture to get done for Art.

Ed's POV

"Al! Alphonse! Al!" I screeched, cuffing my hands to make an echo. I saw a shroud of wilderness. Trees located themselves in every directions. I few crows cried in the distances and the leaves rustled in the wind.

"Ed?" I heard a rustle of leaves as I ran over to him quickly. "Brother, where are we?" Al asked.

"I wish I could answer that," I replied, grabbing his hand to help him up from the leafy floor.

He dusted himself off, "Well, there's a cut path of trees." He pointed, "It's like when we were little, we would go into the woods in Risembool, remember?"

"Yeah, I say we follow that path, I'm hungry," I rubbed my stomach when it growled. Al nodded.

"Me too, brother! I wonder why we're here," Al looked up at me. I couldn't him yet. What could I say, Truth sent me? I could, but let's get settled first than I tell what happened at his place.

Yes, Truth. It sent me here. To save it? I don't even know what of, I guess I'll find out, I hope. Sooner I get this finish, the soon I go home.

Me: Ooh, this is going to be a good story. I can see it in the future. Tell me what you think! If its good, bad, horrible, or just plain weird. Any suggestions I'll take too! About different dragons you like, myth about them, or you know whatever you want me to add or subtract in the story I'll do! Flames will be doused though, with the little water the fire department has left.