Banging head into a near by wall Why the hell do I always do this to myself?! I mean I've got a lot of story's going on already! Then my brain just one day goes "Oh want to know what would be a good story idea?" Then boom new story idea and I just have to type it out! This one was created with an idea and in just two days! TWO FREAKING DAYS! I really need to learn when to stop coming up with these... anyways this first chapter is the prologue and first chapter mixed together so hope you enjoy it... Oh and if you guys have any ideas for names of a few characters (that may or may not become important) for any of the characters that appear in this that don't already have one, feel free to let me know and I'll debate on them~

OH and I do not own any of the places or Characters That truly do belong to Fullmetal Alchemist, I only own the many, many, MANY OC's and the story line of this

Within the confides of a pure white space lay only a solid grey stone door and a figure sitting in front of it with the only defining feature a broad grin.

"The time has almost come Mister Al-chem-ist~ When it does I wonder what will be traded from that girl and how the Xing boy will deal with his return~" The figure spoke in a tone that was neither male, nor female, nor young, nor old… rather a voice mixed with that of all the mentioned voices and more.

A blond man in his late forties shot awake with sweat rolling down his face, his right arm hurting at the base just faintly.

"Ed… is something wrong?" the man's wife, a light blond haired woman with tired blue eyes questioned as she was awakened by the male blond.

"It… it's nothing just a bad dream," Ed sighed as he closed his golden colored eyes and rubbed at his temples with his left arm. He didn't have the heart to tell her… to tell Winry… Truth had found a way to speak with him once again. Before he could get back to sleep with his wife, the phone rang. Groaning Ed reached out and answered the corded phone.

"What do you want?"

"Dad, Nina's gone into labor!" At the sound of his eldest son's voice, mentioning his only daughter as well snapped the man awake, after all it wasn't everyday someone became a grandpa for the first time.

"Winry it's time!" Ed screamed as he jumped out of bed, with more grace then should be possible for someone his age, and rushed to get dressed.

"To go back to sleep?" Winry groaned as she tried to curl back up into bed and taking the blankets to cover herself more.

"NO! Nina's time!" That shot the woman awake. They were still mad at the man who got their 18 year old daughter pregnant out of wedlock, but by all hell they wanted to see their grandchild for the first time.

...

Meanwhile at the same time in a distant country across the harsh desert the Emperor Ling Yao was looking at a guard who carried a bundle of cloth in his arms, both had a grim expression on their faces.

"Is this?" Ling asked as he looked into the bundle, seeing a young infant, close to about a year old in age within the folds.

"Yes m'lord… the only survivor to the slaughter… and lady Lan Fan's only grandchild," The guard responded in an upset tone. The guard was the only one who knew of the intimate relationship between the emperor and his ex-bodyguard, who had passed in the line of duty protecting said emperor twenty years back, leaving behind the only evidence of their relationship… a young boy who had just been reported killed along with his wife and a good amount of other clan's men.

"I… I see…" Ling's regal tone turned soft and upset. As the emperor it was in code that he wasn't allowed to hold a relationship with his guard, nor with commoners so he had to keep his relationship with Lan Fan a secret… even after her death and the birth of their child… Ling's first and the one he will consider his true child Huang.

"M'lord… I hate to say this but… I believe the culprit behind the slaughter was Lady Song," The guard looked down, feeling ashamed that he was accusing the Emperor's first, on paper that is, wife. Ling's face darkened, knowing how the woman was exceedingly greedy to the point she would too anything to get her own child to be Ling's choice to the throne.

"Explain," Ling ordered.

"M'lord… I overheard a fellow guard talking with her one day a few months… and he told her of your relationship with Lady Lan-Fan as well as your plans of making Huang your successor when the time came. I think… she had been planning this to happen since then," the guard spoke, the child in his arms turning a bit in his grasp and making a few noises. Ling frowned greatly but gently took the child from the guard's arms and into his own.

"I'll see to this when morning comes… for now go inform Pang to prepare for a thorough investigation into the matter."

"What of the child?"

"I'll see to him for the time being alright… I need some time alone anyways." The guard then bowed to the Emperor and left in a blur, leaving the Emperor and his grandchild alone. A sad smile crossed Ling's face as he looked down to the child. His grandchild opened his eyes and for a split second Ling could have sworn he saw a flash of violet in their dark pools. In that moment a single thought crossed his mind, that then grew into what would be the child's name from that moment on.

"Let's get you comfortable… Tan-Lan."

...

"Glad you could make it dad," Ed's eldest son, Aleister, smirked at the sight of his dad's mismatched clothing. Aleister took more after Ed in looks, the only difference between the two being the fact he had his mother's eyes rather than Ed's gold ones.

"And miss the birth of my first grandchild and the terror on my future son in law's face? Not in a million years," Ed responded only to internally grin at the sound of two set's of screams, one being his daughter that made him externally cringe, the other being his soon to be son in law probably having his hand squeezed so hard the bones where at least cracking.

"She definitely has mom's grip," Aleister grinned, not being too happy about the man his sister loved himself.

"I can even vouch on that one, I had to suffer it three times," Ed laughed before he felt the familiar pain of a wrench hitting the back of his head… along with his twenty two year old son's head.

"Ed you should know not to laugh at something like that. Aleister you should know better," Winry sighed, glad that their third, and youngest child was the better behaved one of her kids.

"Sorry Winry/Mom…" The two responded.

"Hey I didn't miss anything… did I?" a younger male questioned. It was Ed and Winry's final child, Gabe. Gabe was like a mix of his parent's in terms of looks, but was the calmer one of the family.

"No… except for Mom hitting dad and I on the head again."

"Oh… then nothing new I see."

A few hours passed and the labor was done, as confirmed by both a doctor and the father, Kevin Reinhart. The family then went in to welcome the newest member as well as see the mother, Nina. The 19 year old mother looked like her mother with darker hair and eyes and she held her newborn boy.

"So what's this rascal's name going to be?" Ed laughed as he greeted his grandson. A smirk made it's way onto his daughter's face.

"Well, I was thinking we name him Roy." Ed's face paled at what was said to him.

"Absolutely not!"

"Dad he's my son I can decide what his name will be."

"I refuse to have any member of my family named after the Flame Bastard!"

"Fine then… His name is Joseph."

"Well that's not to bad then."

"Joseph Roy Reinhart~" Nina grinned from the devastated look on her father's face and the laughter from her siblings as well as her mother. Her husband to be was left confused however on just what was so bad about that name.

Chapter 1

Ed was out in the fields of his home, ensuring the yard looked good for his wife's continued job of being an Automail Engineer as well as for the customers.

"Grandpa could you move out of the way a bit?" A young brown haired boy with golden brown eyes asked, in his lap was a canvas and a paint brush in his left hand.

"Not till I get the weed first Joseph," Ed sighed at his grandson. He learned that when the boy turned 8 he had an instant love for painting… one he became a little to passionate about when he turned ten and painted a mural on the mid fifty year old man's walls.

"But grandpa! I have to get a better look at the marigolds that your head are blocking out!" Joseph protested. Ed sighed and rubbed at his temples a bit from the stubborn 12 year old.

"Fine but only for a bit, your grandmother and uncle are going to be opening shop soon," Ed complied and moved to work on a different section of the lawn. Feeling satisfied with his new view the boy dipped his brush into the yellow paint before mixing it a little with a bit of brown to add to the canvas. As soon as the brush touched the canvas a small body latched onto his back and caused his arm to jerk a bit and mess up his careful painting.

"Found you brother~!" A little girl voice chirped, causing the boy to turn slowly with anger in his gold eyes at a short blond haired girl who was giggling innocently.

"Maria… what have I said… about messing with me and my paintings?" Joseph asked slowly to his nine year old sister who looked at him with mischievous blue eyes.

"You said I wasn't allowed to poke you or take the canvas from you~ You never said I couldn't hug you~" Maria chirped at her older brother, whose temper was slowly raising. The young girl giggled before turning on her heels and running off with her angered older brother right on her heels.

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE IMP!"

"HEHEHE, Can't catch me slow poke!"

Meanwhile inside the house Gabe and Winry where getting the shop ready when they heard the two kid's yelling and the sound of their footsteps leaving the porch.

"Looks like their at it again…" Gabe sighed as Winry shook her head.

"Reminds me of your siblings when they were younger…" Winry sighed as she thought back to her own children running around with Aleister taking most after his dad in terms of temper and looks, while Nina took after her in looks, but her father's short stature at the time, while Gabe was the calmest of her children and also of the smaller stature.

"Yes but they never called each other demon like terms," Gabe stated as he polished a few of his tools just to insure they would work correctly and wouldn't have much rust or wear on them.

Back outside Ed turned to see his grandkids chasing each other once again and sighed deeply.

"NO RUNNING OFF TO FAR OR TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!" Ed yelled at the two children that continued running around anyways. The elderly man shook his head and rubbed a hand through his silvering hair. "Kids these days…"

...

In the confines of a large regal study room Ling was renewing the treaty between Xing and Amestris, along with looking over a few doctrines when he paused in his work and sighed as he shifted his body just slightly as a small figure launched right at him… only to miss him by five inches.

"DAMN IT!" the boy cursed as he hit the ground and a corner of the wall hard.

"You were off your aim again Tan-Lan," Ling smirked at the thirteen year old's snarl.

"Because you moved old fart!" Tan-Lan hissed as he rubbed at his sore shoulder. Tan-Lan had a similar face structure to Ling's own, but was softer like his birthmother's and he had slightly squinted eyes that left his dark irises visible more than Ling's own.

"You were still five inches to the left though," Ling laughed.

"Shut up! One of these days I will get the drop on you and take you down!" Tan-Lan announced as he pointed a finger at the Emperor who continued to sit in his seat with a smile on his face. This was just a daily thing for the two since the moment Tan-Lan found out, and Ling had announced it, that he was Ling's choice to be the next emperor and therefore be treated like the other Prince's and Princesses, but unlike the others held a closer relationship to the old man and wasn't the closest in blood to him like the other ones.

"Before that you need to work on your aim first," Ling chimed, always encouraging his grandson's antics as they made for a good form of training to the young prince. Needless to say the same couldn't be said about how everyone else feels about the young Prince's antics.

"M'LORD!" A guard yelled while running into the study, looking out of breath causing both Ling and Tan-Lan to quirk a brow at the guard.

"Is something wrong Kun-Lao?" Ling questioned before Tan-Lan immediately took on a guilty look and seemed to look around for an exit.

"The young Prince disappeared from the dining hall the second everyone looked to greet the other Prince's and Princesses, he also stole most of the food from the table to make matters worst!" Kun-Lao explained still panting but sending a short sided glare to the crowned Prince, who was looking into a corner and whistling like nothing was wrong.

"Tan-Lan…" Ling spoke, taking up a stern expression with the young teen. "Did you at least make sure to save some for me?" Kun-Lao's face turned from one of expectation to one of disbelief as he had honestly thought the Emperor would scold the child for doing such acts.

"Actually… I saved a few things… mostly the steamed bread though. Hey don't give me that look old man, I saved at least some of that for you!"

"Yeah well if you're going to steal food at least save some of the roasted duck for your grandfather!"

"Well maybe I did but got hungry on the way over."

"Still should have saved some for me. No dessert for you for this!"

"WHA?! You can't do that!"

"But I did… unless you happen to actually haave some of the roasted duck~?"

"Ugh!" Tan-Lan groaned before he pulled out a tied up cloth bag of the smuggled food, and low and behold there was some of the mentioned meat within. Ling grinned at the amount of food and turned to the flabbergasted guard.

"You can leave now Kun-Lao. We're just going to have our lunch then get on with our days," at the words of the Emperor the guard collected himself as best he could with a bow before leaving the two to their own devices. "You wanna sneak some desert from the kitchen with me when we're done?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

...

It was a typical day at the Automail shop for Gabe and Winry when a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"Hey Winry is Brother home?"

"Dad's out in town with Nina getting some groceries uncle!" Gabe called out as he turned a page in his book.

"Uncle Al!" Joseph and Maria cried out and came running over to greet their Great-Uncle Al, only to get a better surprise of seeing their cousin Ya-Ting. Ya-Ting was a 14 year old Xingese girl as well as Al and Mei's adopted daughter.

"Cousin Ya-Ting, hey!" Maria grinned as she ran up and hugged the older girl, who smiled and returned the favor.

"Nice to see you again as well Maria," Ya-Ting's dark eyes then met with Joseph's golden ones as she smiled. "You as well Joseph, how goes your paintings?"

"They would be going well…. if Maria would stop messing them up," Joseph growled the last part as the blond haired girl grinned while rocking back and forth on her heels.

"All I do is give my big brother some of my love~"

"I see… Maria perhaps it's best if you let your brother actually do his work alone," Ya-Ting suggested getting a frown from the blond and a triumphant grin from the brown haired child.

"She's got a point Maria," Al laughed. "Painting takes time and focus which he can't do if you keep bothering him."

"But he's sooo boring when he's doing that!" Al couldn't help but sigh at the nine year old.

"Well since he's doing something he liked why don't you find something you would like to do instead?" Al asked as Ya-Ting took this time to get Joseph out of the area and just talk for a bit.

"But Grandpa, mom and dad both refuse to have me do, or even practice what I wanna do…"

"Oh and what's that?"

"Well I wanna go on military adventures like you and Grandpa used to!" Al paled at this exclamation, old memories of those times crossing through his mind and he shudders a bit from it.

"Well you're a little too young for things like that-"

"But from what I heard you two were not that much older yourselves! I wanna go on some as well!"

"Maria… We were young, stupid and desperate then, you're just young… to young in fact," Al reasoned only to get the blond girl pouting with a defiant glare in her eyes.

"Maria, that's enough," Winry scolded as she finally came down the stairs, having been upstairs tidying the place up when Al came in. Maria turned to her grandmother with the childish glare, and pout still on her face.

"But Jo-Jo get's to do what he want's so why can't I?!" the young girl cried, calling her brother by his old nickname she used to say because she was to young to actually pronounce Joseph right.

"Because his is less dangerous and less likely to get himself killed, that's why," Winry sighed at the young girl's stubbornness after having to explain why they don't want her following her dreams at such a young age. If the girl was as stubborn as Ed was… then there was no way to stop her should she find a way to achieve her dreams.

...

Tan-Lan looked over the palace walls from his window in his room. The prince was thinking over what his plan to finally beat his grandfather at least once would be as he munched on a fruit he happened to pick up when passing by the kitchen.

Before becoming an the emperor… he traveled across the sands on foot with his two guards… also my family members… went into Amestris… did something to save the world there… and found that red stone he keeps locked away in a case in his room… Tan-Lan thought as he paused taking a bite out of his fruit. A smirk crawled across his face as he got the perfect idea to best his grandfather. The prince jumped down from his window sill to the hard floor below with a silent grace to it. Working quickly he grabbed a pack and put a few clothes in it, but saving some room so he can pack food… and his final parting gift.

...

A dark abyss was all Ling could see around him… He knew this dream, or rather the eternal nightmare it represented to him. He was young, recently turned 16 and had been an immortal Homunculi for about more than a few months at the time… but it was all being torn away by a single blinding light, leaving only the dark abyss aside from the red sea of souls.

"Ling…"

The familiar voice startled the Prince… no, no he didn't feel like the young teen he usually was in this type of dream. Frantically the Emperor looked around for the source of the voice, half expecting to see the familiar red soul of Greed. However there was nothing as far as the eye could see.

"Greed?" Ling called out, feeling desperation to just hear the familiar voice again… the voice of one of his closest friends. He hadn't heard a voice like that since Lan-Fan died as he wasn't allowed to leave the palace since he became emperor and Ed rarely came to visit anymore (phones still couldn't communicate such long distances yet) and this one he hadn't heard in decades. Sadness welled his being when the voice didn't come back… and he felt that it never would again.

"Stop that… ya Bratty Prince…"

Ling was startled to actually hear the voice once again. He continued to look around, wanting to see the face he grew accustomed to that went along with the voice.

"Where are you?" Ling asked, and this time waited for a response, instead of flying off into sadness once again.

"Can't tell ya… But what I can… Tell ya is this… your grandkid is gonna… be in danger."

Ling was in shock at this news.

"Also… you may get… to see me again… soon."

"What? When?"

"Now that… is a spoiler… I can't tell you."

Ling could almost feel the smirk being given from the homunculus but he really wanted to know… why his grandson was in danger and what was in in danger from?

Before Ling could ask anymore questions he was snapped awake by the feel of a cool breeze on his face. Nearly thinking it was just Tan-Lan trying to sneak in and once again miss trying to hit him he just opened his eyes for a bit… before realizing something was very, very wrong. Throwing his blankets off he found no hide, nor hair of his grandson only the open window… and a certain chest he usually kept locked and sealed opened just slightly. The Emperor's normally squinty eyes widened as he opened the small chest to find that it's contents were gone. The Philosopher's stone… was gone.

"Oh no…" Ling hurried to the window, just in time to see a small figure leaving over the walls. "Oh NO!"

...

Tan-Lan was in a rush, feeling very accomplished and happy with himself for pulling off his plan. His last step was to hop onto the train… or at least get a horse to carry him and leave for Amestris. Though it was also the tricky part… as he had never left the palace before.

I'll just figure it out along the way, The prince thought to himself with a shrug as he kept to hiding, as well as his technique to cover his qi he practiced in order to try and best his grandfather with his sneak attacks… that always failed due to aim. Aside from that it was his most useful trick in his arsonal. As the boy ran, the small red stone he held tightly in his right hand, gave off a soft glow as a faint trace of a mark flickered onto the boy's hand for only an instant, that soon disappeared along with the glow.

...

Hidden away between the countries of Xing and Amestris lays a hidden lab filled with skilled alchemists. These alchemists had been doing special research for twenty five years and finally had completed their research, all that was needed now was the completed results.

"What news do you have for me?" A bored young man's voice sounded catching the attention of all the alchemists… even more so as the man had three Xingese royal guards around him.

"Well m'lord, we've completed our findings but we have yet to actually do the experiment… after all for it to work we need a strong power source," One of the Alchemists reported causing the young man to frown and pull some of his long hair, a usual sign of nobility among the Xingese males, behind his ear.

"Well then get to it, use some of the wayside towns for all I care… I need this being if I'm going to rule Xing," the man sighed as he motioned for the three guards to follow him and leave. One of the Alchemic researcher's frowned and avoided eye contact with the rest of his colleagues, who all were for conducting the experiment despite the obvious costs.

This research that Prince is having us do… truly is the devil's work.

"Hey, Keil!" The voice of one of the man's fellow researcher's caught the man's attention and he looked over to the nine other researchers.

"Aren't you coming? We have to begin soon, our funder's orders," A female researcher responded, adjusting her glasses ever so slightly as she held her notes that detailed the transmutation circles needed for what they were going to do.

"I… I can't actually put this to practice…" Keil spoke, avoiding eye contact by looking down so his greying hair covered his eyes. One of the researcher's scoffed at the hesitant man.

"It's to late to back out of this now Keil! The boss want's an immortal being that will follow his orders, so suck it up and come on. Unless you want to be used as part of the material to make said being," a tall, muscled alchemist hissed, causing the man to flinch a bit and continue to avoid eye contact.

"N-No I don't… but… alright… I'll help…" Keil responded, instantly feeling like the weight of the world come crashing down on his shoulders with guilt for what they were about to do…

If this is not the devil's work… it's playing God where it should not be. I thought this would be used only in theory to help the sick during the first ten years… why… why didn't I leave when I found out we're being used to make a homunculus during the eleventh year? The man thought with a grim expression on his face as he also knew the price for playing god to create said being… multiple human lives for a core… and someone to do human transmutation.

...

"Something's not right…" A man who appeared to be in his mid thirties muttered from his seat in front of a small table in the Central headquarters of Amestris. The man had tanned skin and a faint trace of red within his eyes, a clear sign of being a descendant of Ishval.

"And what makes you say that Ja'hal?" Another man, closer to his late thirties asked as he sat in a seat across from the Ishvalan. This man had dark green eyes and Blond hair that was borderline brown, he was wearing the military uniform of Amestris and had an air of importance to him.

"I have no clue… it's just… this feeling… I can't quite explain it Fuhrer Kenton…" Ja'hal responded as he turned to look out the elongated windows of the headquarters. Kenton followed the Ishvalan man's gaze with interest as he interlocked his fingers.

"Let's wait and see what that feeling will bring about my friend," Kenton spoke, green eyes reflecting back at him from the reflection in the window, filled with interest on what the future would hold.

So how was this? I'll try to update this as soon as I can (when I'm not working on other stories first that is!)