(A/N: Welcome fanfiction readers to my story and my first F.M.A. fanfic. I've had this on my mind for a while and I finally decided to make. And best part: IT'S THE FIRST ONE MADE ON MY NEW LAPTOP! *throws confetti*)

Disclaimer: This disclaimer will not be repeated so read this and remember it. I don't own any part of Fullmetal nor will I ever. I only own the O.C.'s, their abilities and what-not's. If I did own Fullmetal: Al would be back to normal (I like Ed's automail), Ed would go to school with me and kickass, Winry would be my next BFF, Roy would stick by my side and I'll watch him be hot, Riza would teach me the art of firearms, Hughes wouldn't die and we'll talk about how adorable Elicia and Kayla (my baby cousin) are, and I may hang out with Envy and Kimblee (if they don't kill me).

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Prologue

Bang! Pow! Bang!

Those are the sounds of military gun shouts.

"Ahhh!"

That's the sound of an Ishvalan screaming, mostly likely their last scream.

"Keep shooting!" "They have weapons!" "We need to take cover!" "Evasive actions need to be taken!"

Those are the voices of military soldiers, doing what needs to be done in a time of war.

"Major Silvers, it's time for your part to be done."

That's the voice of the command officer in charge.

The person he one spoke for, Silvers, looked at him with shocked gapping eyes. "What? Are you sure, now?" Their voice had a pitch to it. They knew what their higher up was taking about. Though this soldier wasn't in as visibly physically fit or as big as the others, they still had a very vital purpose in this war.

The commander nodded at the soldier and gave a smile reassuring smile. "I know you hate the idea of war Silvers and I know you hate me asking you this but just remember it's for our country. As State Alchemist, you are here as backup encase needed during this war." He said, patting the soldier on the back. "I promise after this we'll take you back to the camp."

Silvers sighed and nodded. "Just get everyone out of the way so I can do it."

The commander nodded and turns to the others. "Alright, clear out or else you wanna die like this!" When that was said they all ran as far as they could as fast as they could. "Good luck." Last thing said before he followed suit.

'Alright. I need to stay calm; I've been doing this for a while now. Just keep your eyes closed and do it. You won't witness a thing.' Thinking that and slipping on a pair of gloves it began. The sound of hands clapping together echo through the air signaling the beginning of the ritual known as alchemy. 'Just keep my eyes closed and focus.' Chanting in thought. Slamming a heavy boot cover foot on the ground the surface of the earth steadying began to shake. Then the most majestic thing happened, crystals shot from the ground like stalagmites; they were Diamond stones. Very suitable for someone known as the Sub-Terra Alchemist. The stones went towards the Ishvalans, injuring some and killing others.

"No, stop it!" Came a small loud cry. Opening their eyes for the first time while performing this during war, a small child came into view. It was a small Ishvalan girl who looked to be no older then the age of 7. She was running toward the danger zone where the crystals were headed. "Please stop! Stop it your killing-"

"No! Get out of the way!" But it was too late even before the cry of warning. All the people, even the little Ishvalan girl, were either crushed by the crystals or it pierced through their bodies. There was blood everywhere and dead carcasses. This was the life of the dog of the military.

"Woohoo! Everybody, Major's done it again." A soldier yelled from not very far. All of the others started to come out of hiding when all the damage was done. A few started to cheer and others were just happy that it was over.

The commander went straight for the Alchemist and patted them on the back. "Good job out there soldier. You did well." Just as he said that they fell to the ground on their knees. "Hey! What the hell Silvers? Why'd you just- Huh?" His expression went from confusion to deep concern. As some soldier started to crowd around him he told them to back off. He then turns his attention back to the fallen one. "I know how you feel right now. Don't let it faze you too much." They then started to mumble something he couldn't comprehend. "What was that?"

"I, I can't do this." They sobbed. "I can't do this anymore. I just, I just can't. Killing all of these innocent people. And for what? To get power and control? This is a load of bull, dammit!"

"You heard me, take it easy. That was the last of this area and we're done. Just calm down Tarin." He said in a soothing voice. He moved the hair out of their face to reveal the face of a young woman. Tears were pouring out of her eyes like waterfalls and started to get red. The heavy sobs were loud and she had a few hiccups.

She looked at her commanding officer but couldn't look him straight in the eye. "But… but… it's just that I've killed so many people and…" she said between hiccups. "I know I've done it before, but I just witnessed with my own eyes. I didn't think it'd be that horrifying… Then that little girl… she didn't deserve that." She continued crying as the moment replayed in her mind like a broken record.

The commander sighed and hoisted her up bridal-style, which she made an eep sound too. "Come on war hero, I'll carry you back to the campsite. There we'll let you get rest while we report to the Fuhrer, alright?" She only tightened her grip on him. "I take that as a yeah. Okay men, back to base!" He shouted to the other soldiers before headed back.

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A little over some years later…

"Rin, wake up~." Chimed a voice in delight. It belonged to a seventeen year old Taylor Silvers. She opened the door to the bedroom and walked inside carrying a tray of bacon, eggs, toast, and fresh orange juice. Placing the tray the on a desk to free her hands she opened the curtains to a new bright sunny morning in South City. From behind was the sound of a grumbling moan and ruffling sheets. "Come on Rin. It's a beautiful day and I'm not gonna let you spend the first hours of it in bed like you regularly do."

There was no response.

This made her sigh. "Get up. Gran and Gramps said I have to have you awake before they get back from town. Or else I'll be in trouble." She exclaimed shaking the person from under the sheets.

Sadly, still there was no response.

Feeling all patience run out, Taylor snatched the covers away to reveal the person hidden underneath. They were almost a mirror image. Dark mocha-like skin complexion, dark brown hair, and the same facial features. The only differences were that Taylor's hair stopped just below her waist unlike her sisters longer hair, had on glasses (not wearing her usually contacts), slight height difference, and she wasn't as developed.

The one that lay in the bed was now looking up at the ceiling with a blank stare in her eyes. And her hair was fanned all over the mattress which resulted in getting a disgusted glare from Taylor.

Taylor then sat on the side of the bed making it shift a little and looked at her. "Didn't get that much of a good night's sleep, huh?" She nodded. "Rin, after what you told me I would have guessed it was bad; having those nightmares and all. Gran and Gramps has done everything to try and ease the pain. They've sent you to a therapist and even agreed to take us in after you enrolled out of the military. I've even done all I can. All we've done was slightly cured you from your traumatized state but you continue to have-"

"You can't stop them." Rin finally spoke up keeping her glare at the ceiling. "Nobody can. Those dreams are scarred into my brain until I die. Or at least 'til I finally turn into a vegetable like Gramps will soon." She cut off her glaze from the ceiling to Taylor who tried to stiffen her laugh at that last comment. Seeing as there was no reason in staying in bed any longer she got up and walked around to her desk and ate her breakfast.

Watching as Rin scarves down on her meal, she got up and began to head for the door. "When you're done you need to bathe and come down stairs and help out with the chores." As she left the room she heard the muffling of a sarcastic, yes mom, from behind her.

When she had finished eating she showered, did her hygienic morning routine, and got dressed before heading down stairs. The moment she got to the last step Taylor somehow magically popped a broom and dustpan in her hand and told her to clean the hallway entrance. Grimacing, she reluctantly did as she was told.

Before long there was a loud knock on the door. Rin ignored it hoping that whoever it was would go away; it's too early to be annoying a person by coming to their front door. "Rin, open the door." Taylor said from the next room as if reading her mind.

'Dammit, you mind reading-'

"If you're swearing at me in your thoughts again then you can open the door."

Rin felt the vein in her head throb and answered the door. "What do you-" she stopped mid sentence before looking up and saw a military officer. One she recognized as one of the Generals of the Southern Military Headquarters. "Major General Walters, sir?"

"Good morning Miss Tarin." He said with a decent smile.

"If you're looking for my grandfather he's not here at the moment. He and my grandmother went into town this morning."

He then let out a chuckle. "As much as I would like to speak with my old friend that's not why I'm here." Rin raised an eyebrow at his comment before he pulled out an envelope. "We received this letter this morning and I was sent here to bring it to you."

She slowly took the envelope, opened it, and began reading its contents. Not a moment later Taylor came in behind her. "Who's…? Oh good morning Major General." He nods back and gives her greetings. Taylor soon took notice that Rin reading a letter and looked onto it over her shoulder. Getting less than half way through the letter, she felt her heart drop slowly and looked over to Rin and Walters. "What?"

"So what do you say, Miss Tarin?" Walters waited.

She looked up from the letter and to the General. She had a bored stare in her eyes that could see right through someone. "When do we leave?"

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There's the prologue for ya. I just have a few things I want to point out. 1) Tarin is pronounced like you're saying 'tear' and 'in' together, not 'tar' and 'in' like the icky sticky black stuff, that's gross and if it's just Rin it can be said like that or like Ren. (Sorry if you already had the name right, a few of my friends pronounces it wrong.) And 2) If you've read my other story or have seen one of my other OC's bio you'll see I have a thing for the earth element, but I can't help it for some reason, it just happens.

Please review! No matter if it for love, ideas, or even flames (they are sometimes encouraging to an author). Each gives another bit imagination. And without that there would be no fanfiction. *gasp*

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