First i want to say is this: I do not, repeat Do not own Full Metal Alchemist. The story and it's characters belong to Arakawa Hiromu. this is my first fanfic so please R&R!! and sorry if this sucks.

My name is Terra Smith. I'm sixteen years old and a state alchemist in the Central HQ. I am not really on the tall side, or am I really "filled in" yet. I have blue eyes and chocolate brown hair. My personality is rather normal believe it or not. There are things I do that help people. Some see me as a hero. Others see me as a savior. What they don't know . There are things I have done that I'm not proud of. This is my story.

It all started about 6 years ago. My best friend, John has died. He was accidentally was caught in the crossfire during a rebellion of some sort. He was on his way home from the doctors, when one of the military dogs mistook him for a spy. His parents have died along time ago. They were state alchemists. When they were sent out during the Ishbalan war, they were killed by one of their comrades. His name was Zolf Kimbly, if I'm correct. My parents on the other hand, died when I was still a baby. His family took me in, and they treated me well, as if I were one of their own. They even taught me alchemy. The thought of it, creating beautiful things, just using the most simplest material, it always made me feel so excited. So me and John would study it to a point to when we read a book to create an artificial human. His parents were angered that we found the book. They said that in order to create one, you must sacrifice something of the same equality, or equivalent exchange. Just to explain it all….I performed the forbidden act.

Flashback 6 years ago.

"Water-35 Liters, Carbon-20 Kg, Ammonia- 4 Liters, Lime 1.5Kg, Phosphorus-800 g, Salt-250 g, Salt Peter- 100g, Sulfur 80g, Flourine7.5 g, Iron 5g, Silicon 3g, and a trace amount of 15 other elements....the ingredients to create a human….pretty epic huh?" I said, laughing. John just gives me a sly look. When I see him smile like that, it proves that he understands it so simple like.

"Yea, but it's still a little too advanced for us. Let's try something else." he would say. Truthfully, I knew he was actually saying, " I don't want to try this. It's forbidden and you know it." when we were children, John was always sick and frail when we were children. So we didn't go out much. We mostly spent our time indoors, reading and studying alchemy. I wanted to study alchemy so that way, I could cure John's illness. I even read that in the country of Xiang, there was a type of alchemy that specializes in healing. But how could I get to Xiang, when I'm stuck in Amestris? he was always there for me, so of course I take it upon myself to at least repay his kindness. We were both happy, no matter how tough life was.

there was that time when John's parents died. We were at home, and he received a call, saying, that they were killed by one of their comrades. He was so devastated. To make matters worse, he couldn't register for the state alchemist exam, due to his weak state.

John never smiled after that. No matter how hard I tried, he wasn't the same……not too soon…even I have stopped smiling..

It was the middle of a cool summer night, John's condition worsened, and he had to pick up a stronger dose of medication. On his way home, a rebellion struck in town. The state military wanted to be cared for, and would come to our small town, only to take advantage of us. The townspeople were furious at the military dogs, that they started to defend themselves, along with their pride. John never expected what his fate would be. One of the members of the military saw him, and thought he was part of the rebellion. So he had his team shoot him down. I was there at the wrong time, as my best friend was shot numerous times, even though the first shot did him in. fighting was one of the things I truly hated. Losing lives for nothing. It was weeks after my best friends death. Knowing it was the only way to bring his soul back, I had to perform human transmutation.

Getting all the elements I needed, I had to find a way how to get part of his soul to perfect it. Remembering that the streets were still being cleaned up, after the massacre, I searched where his body lay. It was tough, because there were other bodies that needed to be examined. So I took a layer of hair, and some of his blood. Sickening right? Well get over it.

Once I transmuted, I watched with excitement. But suddenly, things, went array. I thought I did all the ingredients right, and studied the process thoroughly…but it wasn't the process….it was me. The first thing I saw, was the gate. When it opened, these weird tentacle like arms shot out and I was dragged into the gate. Suddenly, I saw the truth. Like I'm being filled with the knowledge. Soon it stopped. I was in front of the gate again.

"No please, show me one more time!" I screamed. When I came to, I realized I lost my arm, from the human transmutation. That's when I saw my creation. Words cannot describe what I have done. I ran out of the house, and set it on fire, hoping that I would forget that memory.

End flashback

"Terra…Terra…Wake up!" I awoke to a whack to the head. Ow….that really hurts. I look up and saw Colonel Mustang, my superior, and my mentor. He found me 3 years ago. I was on my travels and ran out of money, only to resort to pick pocketing anyone with large amounts of cash.

"did you really have to do that?!" I whined. The Colonel may be strict, but he can show a caring heart once in a while. The Colonel gave me an, "are you serious look?" then he bluntly states, let's go to my office. There is someone I want you to meet. I wonder who the person is? And why does Colonel want me to meet him?

sorry if this was soo short or not descriptive enough....it's 12:00 midnight, and i haven't got a decent nights sleep. hopefully chapter 2 will be better.