Lexan: Waagh!!! Again I'm writing something new! -.- This is getting old... Yeah... I admit... I've got too much of what I want to write and hey! They're all from FMA! I guess it's time I start writing about something else... But the problem is that I don't know any other... Thing I'd like to write about right now... Maybe it's because I'm so in love with FMA... (In loveO.o?) Well, anyway...

I don't own FMA or the characters from it...

Warnings: The world this happenes in, is mine and my sister's. So it's not in FMA world. Bad language and bad grammar...

READ THIS!!! The world this happenes in, is a world of dragons.Two dragons keeps the world in balance (Jing and Yang). According to an old prophecy, they must not meet or the world looses it's order . There are three countries: Mendra, Jaird and Atselot. Mendra and Jaird are rich countries and lies on the same continent. Atselot is on another continent (there's a sea between Mendra and Atselot) and is poor. On Atselot lies the mountain where Yang lives. Jing lives on a mountain between Mendra and Jaird. Everythig clear? good.. If not let me know and I'll try to write it more... Logickally...

Oh, Btw... I didn't want to leave Ed's automail out of this.. Ehe.. Sorry about that...

Glass angel

Chapter 1. Dragon's heart

The day had started as it usually does in a main city of Jaird, Tibu: calmly and cheerfully. At least on most parts. Only ones who couldn't enjoy this piece and quiet were the Jaird's royal palace. Everyone in the palace could hear a young boy scream and curse in a loud voice. Edward Elric. The heir of the throne of Jaird's kingdom and the wind-dragon dragonriders' future king. A real brat, but still loved by many. The screaming was one thing everyone hated in that squirt (So little boy and such a loud voice don't go well together some thought). Even though he had screamed and yelled every other day after his 15th birthday, few knew the meaning of this.

-In the palace-

"I ain't fucking go near them anymore!! You can be sure of that!!" A boy with golden hair and golden eyes, yelled on top of his lungs. As he yelled he threw everything he found was possible to throw at a tall man in front of him.

"Edward! Don't be such a baby! If you want to be the king of dragonriders, you MUST ride a dragon yourself!" The man talked as gently as he could anymore, and that was not so gently after all. His voice was commanding, knowing and irritated. As a parent's, who tries to talk sense in his eldest son, should be.

"As hell I'd want to be some stupid king, who rides an over sised lizzard! Why can't you make Al ride those stupid things and let me be! He's the one who've liked dragons so far!!" He yelled and threw the vase full of tiger lilies and after that, a heavy looking book at Hohenheim, who dodged the vase but was hit by the book. As the book fell down to the floor with a small thud, Hohenheims face darkened.

"You really are one stubbornest son a parent could ever have..." He said in a low voice and picked up the book Ed had thrown.

"I am NOT stubborn! I'm just downright hating those beasts! You'd hate them as well if one of those newts had eaten your hand and leg for breakfast!" The teen yelled. Hohenheim sighed.

"But one day, you must." With that he turned aroud and walked out the door. In doorway stood a boy who was a bit taller than Ed and had hunny-coloured hair and bronze eyes. Frightened expression on his face as his father walked by. The boy was all wet and the blood was going down his face starting from his hairline and makeing it's way to his jawline. Ed ran his right hand, that was made of steel, through his hair.

"Ah... Al? How long have you been standing there?" He asked and nodded him to come in. When the boy didn't move Ed took a better look at him and froze.

"A-Al...? What happened? Why are you wet and.. And that blood..? Oh god, sorry. I'm sorry..." He started to panic and came to Al, grabbed his hand and yanked him inside.

"I'm sorry, really I didn't mean to hit you with that vase..." he mumbled as he sat Al on a bed and started to rummage his drawers. As he found his first aid kit he walked over to his little brother.

"Really... Will you forgive me?" Ed looked at Al with worried eyes. Al nodded slowly. Ed rested his left hand on Al's leg and smiled a bit. "Good. I'll go get water. Wait here, I'll be back." Al nodded and Ed left. Alphonse Elric was a whole year younger than his brother and so he had no worries of being the future king of the land.

When Ed came back with a bowl of water and a rag, Al looked at him with sad eyes. Ed put the bowl down and wet the rag.

"Really, I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have thrown that vase." Ed pled as he cleaned the wound on his baby brothers forehead.

"It's nothing... I kind of deserved it." Al said and tried to smile in the same time as he stirred in pain. Ed shook his head.

"No. You did NOT deserve it."

"But it was my fault that you lost your arm and leg.." Al whimpered.

"Stop it Al! You know I don't blame you! It was my decision to come in the way! Besides, if I didn't come, you'd be gone now! So you could at least be thankful for your life and not blame yourself!" Ed fumed. Al squeesed his eyes shut when his brother yelled at him.

"But... It's my fault that you can't ride a dragon... That you're afr.."

"I am NOT afraid Al! I just hate them that's all!" Ed yelled again. Al just shook his head.

"Brother. You really should admit your fears, okay? It feels easier that way..." Ed snorted and continued with Al's wound. A heavy silence fell in the room and lasted somewhat 15 minutes. But at Al's point of view, it lasted forever. He wanted to say something to break that silence but instead, he decided to stay silent and bite his lip to stop all the words.

"There. It's done. Does it hurt? You need some medicine?" Ed broke the silence finally after getting done with the wound. Al shook his head as an answer. Ed nodded.

"Good. Because I don't even have any medicine." He said blantly and stood up.

"Umm... Brother. I think you should go and apologise. Father seemed to be really mad." Al said and stood up as well.

"The hell I'm going to apologise! He's the one that should apologise! He didn't give a damn when we went to find Winry!" Ed stormed. Al knew that Ed was partly right and still partly wrong. It was true that Hohenheim didn't even rise a finger when they had told him that their best childhood friend was gone missing. It had happened four years ago, back when they were just 10 and 11 years old.

--- Four years ago---

"She's not here!" A young boy shouted from across the hall.

"Not here either" Shouted another from the other end of the hall. Ed walked to Al. They had been looking for their close friend, Winry, for at least three hours now. The palace sure was big.

"Geez, it's not like her to postpone our meeting." He said and rubbed his occiput furiosly. Al looked like he was on a border of tears.

"Maybe she's been kidnapped!" He said and almost paniced. Ed sighed.

"Stupid Al. She can NOT be kidnapped. We taught her how to fight back if anyone tried to lay a finger on her." Ed said sounding wery proud of himself. Al calmed down a little.

"Let's go ask father if he knows anything." Al said sounding really hopeful.

"Yeah! Let's go!" Ed said his face brighteining as he thought about how they'd find Winry in no time when thier father would be there helping. But much for his dissapoint, Hohenheim didn't even care to hear what his sons had to say. This made Ed really furious and without thinking twice, he grabbed Al's hand and marched out of their fathers room, out of the palace, throught the city and into the forest behind the citywalls. He didn't listen Al's complaining. When the two of them reached the forest, it was a night time already.

"Brother! Let go! My wrist hurts! And my legs hurt too from all the walking and running!" Al cried. He really cried this time. Ed stopped the walking but did not let go of Al's hand. Al fell on his knees and jerked his hand free of his brothers tight grip.

"Let's go back... It's dark and cold... And mom always said that the forest is dangerous at night..." Al sniffeled and looked at his brother's back. Ed didn't say anything or didn't turn around. Al stared his brothers back and realized that the boy was shivering.

"Brother are you allright?" Al asked and stood up. No answer.

"Brother..?" A sniffle. Al jumped a little. His brother? Crying? That can't be! Ed never cries. He hadn't cried since their mothers death two years ago. And before that he never cried. At least Al couldn't recall any moment his brother would have cried.

"E-ed? You're crying! Brother what's wrong? Please talk to me! Did I do something to upset you?" Al paniced and vawed his hand super speed, not knowing what to do. Ed wiped his eyes once and turned to face Al.

"I'm fine. I am not crying. My eyes are just watery because of all the running." Ed said trying to sound proud. But it didn't last long as Ed's face turned all pale. Al looked at his bigbrother with puzzeled look on his face.

"Brother..?"

"Run..." Ed breathed and recived a "what" and even more puzzeled look from his brother. "RUN!" He repeated and started running himself. Al turned to look behind him and went pale as well. Behind him stood a giant red dragon and in some corner of his mind he noticed that the dragon was more or less smirking. Al froze. No matter how much his every cell and mucle screamed that he should move, he couldn't and if Ed wouldn't have come and pushed him out of the way, the dragon would have ate him with only one chomp. A loud cry was heard over the forest and the fields.

"Brother! Are you..." Al couldn't finish what he had started, tears starting to fall down his face.

"Run, I said!" Ed shouted but Al didn't move. He stared at Ed's missing arm with horror. The dragon moved in to chomp again. Ed cursed and tried to stand up but stirred in pain. This time Al snapped out of his horrified state and helped his brother up and running. Their running was cut short when Ed fell down and again cried out in pain.

"Ed!" Al cried and fell on his knees beside his brother. Tears falling like rivers down his face. Ed didn't speak. All he did was hiss and grit his teeth holding the place where his leg had been a whle ago with his remining arm. The dragon moved again. This time it was sure to eat those brats.

"Run." Ed hissed and glared at Al.

"No!" Al said and stood up.

"Idiot. Run!" Ed yelled with all he got left to him. Al shook his head and turned around to face the dragon. He opened his arms in a way many would say was a "come-and-hug-me-pose. That was all he could do anymore. He sqeezed his eyes shut and waited for the final blow. But when it didn't come and instead he heard a yelp, heavy wham and thump, he opened his eyes an saw a woman with dark brown hair, standing on top of the dragon and beside her was another dragon. A dragon with friendly eyes. Al sighed and turned to look at his brother.

"Ed!" He kneeled beside his now unconsius brother.

"Please don't die!" He cried and tried to shook his brother awake. The woman walked to Al and Ed and kneeled too. She tried Ed's pulse and nodded.

"We need to take him to a hospital." She said and ripped two pieces from her long shirt and binded the wounds the best she could. After that she rised him to her lap and stood up. Al stood up too and looked at the woman with watery eyes.

"W-who are you?" He asked with trembling voice. The woman looked at Al and smiled a little.

"I'm Izumi. One of the dragonriders..."

Lexan: Okay... That's how it starts... I hope you could leave your opinion about this story and tell me if there is any point of going on... Thanks in advance...