Chapter 1

Darcie

Darcie December Winters, an ishballan half breed, probably an unlikely choice for a military solider. She Understand that no-one will ever accept her as a true solider of the people, but she know that to move on, you need to leave past in the past. She was looking for a life that would make her parents proud , but she never expected by following her heart , even when her parents thinks she is wrong, that she be thrown in to a world that she never knew existed. Worlds where all the truth and belief of her life are destroy. A world was you fight fire with fire. But when she is done her parents couldn't have been proud. This is her story.

Her elegant pale fingers brushed down the side of the browning photograph, as she tried to smooth out the nasty folds it had obtained through the years. Her White hair tumbled around her shoulder in waves as she shook her head as a crash came from the next room. She Dragged her red eyes away from the fading Photo to look at the Man in the door way "Darcie, what is your fascination with my old Military photo" he replied as he began to tie his dulling blonde hair back in to its swept back pony tail , his saffron eyes focused down at her.

"I am sorry uncle... I mean Doctor Sinclair" she correct her self "You know I have my second chance coming up soon, I was just relaxing, I know I should train."

"Darcie, You are not to over work you self or you second chance will be over" Her uncle took a seat "Plus those 2 year, when you where train in the north near Briggs would be a wasted". Her uncle wrinkled hand plucked the photograph out of her fingers "Wow, this one is old; this one was with my squad, look how young I am."

Darcie rolled her eyes "You all look so young , what happened to the rest of them , because I have heard the stories , but only met The Fuhrer" Darcie cheek glowed a light pink.

"He is a little old for you Darcie" He uncle teased

"It isn't like that; He is just such a hero. Plus he has a wife and son" she add

"Well I heard the rest of my squad died in the fight, which crushed my arm. If I hadn't taken the hit for Bradley I don't think he still be here" he replied.

"I know that story so well" she sighed and looked down.

"Darcie doesn't worry about it okay, it is the past..." he replied

"And to move on, you need to leave the past in the past "she replied as her uncle nodded.

"Now I better go back to the lab before the Animals try and eat each other" He stood up and Darcie nodded.

"Is the research going well?" she asked quickly.

He uncle shook his head "No, I seem to hit a dead end and I doesn't help the shou tucker is now dead, you back to training" he replied

Darcie saluted "Yes Sir" she replied before bowing and walking to the yard, Leaving the photo's on the coffee table"

The Yard was a transformed training ground, but because of the size it was only useful for close combat, But Darcie preferred her claymore, Wolf Fang, to a gun any day. Weapon of a coward as she would say. She drew the sword, brushing the simple ruby with her finger. She held the sword in front of her face closing her eyes, as soon as that happened her other sense came in to play. She listen and began bring the sword down on the targets. Suddenly she notice there was someone try to open the gate and she silently stood on the side her sword ready as the gate opened her sword went was swung but stopped by someone else "Nicely done Darcie but, you still have much to learn" A older males voice chuckled

"King Bradley!" she stammered and sheathed her sword going in to a low bow "I am sorry Sir; I didn't know it was you Sir."

"Nonsense Darcie, It was nice to see the skill you picked up at Briggs, You uncle say you have gotten stronger"

"Oh thank you sir" she said still bowing.

"Is your uncle in the Lab I am here for him?" he replied

"Oh, yes, Doctor Sinclair is in his lab" she replied pushing her hair from her eyes.

"Thank you Darcie and good luck for you exam on Monday" he said walking past her.

Darcie titled her head to the side "Thank you" she bowed quickly before thinking to her self as she picked up the water bottle on side drinking from it. She was sweating and probably looked a mess. King Bradley was such a relaxed guy, but his moves, well Darcie knew she only ever hope to be as good as him, she found it hard to believe someone so relaxed could be the head of the military.

Suddenly her uncle appeared in the door way "Darcie, will you go and get some more bandages, the wolf bit me again" he said, Darcie nodded.

"I go now "she said picking her bag up and replacing the spot where it was on the peg out side with her sword in it sheath as it hung from the belt it was attached to.

"Don't hurry back "he called

She laughed "Doctor doesn't keep King Bradley waiting" she said as she opened the gate; watch her uncle disappear inside before heading to the street.

Darcie had a bag with a few medical supplies in and she walked back she was in deep though and bumped in to someone.

"oh" she said standing back looking up to see who it was "I am sorry …" her voice trailed off as she stared at the royal blue military uniform the strange wore and she looked up to his face he dark blue eyes and black hair alerted her straight away she knew who the strange was "Your… You're the state alchemist, Roy Mustang…. I am so sorry" she said in awe and almost complete shock she bowed her head to him blushing dark red.