A/N: Okay, I can't stand having my story look like a oneshot, so I'm gonna upload the next chapter! Aren't I awesome? Yeah, I am!

Disclaimer: I tried to buy FMA from Truth, but it wanted my arm in exchange!

(Lyn's POV)

Everything was white. All around me, up, down, left, and right. It was an endless stretch of blinding whiteness.

"Welcome, Lyncasia," a voice announced itself from directly behind me.

Whirling around to glare at the person who had called me by my full name (not even my parents call me that!), I stopped short when I noticed that the person (if it was even human) was the same shade of white as the rest of the world around it. There was only a faint outline and a creepy grin to reveal its location.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded rudely. This was seriously creepy.

The being simply smiled wider. "I am what you might call God, or Universe, or World, or Truth. I am One. I am All. And I am also, you."

Truth (or at least that's what I had decided to call it. There was no way in hell I'd call it God or All or Me.) seemed to be staring at me intensely. "Hmm. You really aren't suited for alchemy are you? So I can't take the usual toll from you. Then what should you give up...? I know!" the being called Truth grinned, "I'll take away the things that keep you anchored! Oh, but don't worry; instead of gaining alchemical knowledge, I'll give you something more... suited to your personality! And of course, you'll gain sufficient knowledge to survive."

Before I could open my mouth to protest or even ask it what the hell it was talking about, a giant gate suddenly appeared behind me. The doors swung open silently, and once again, hundreds of tiny hands grabbed me, the pain from before returned, and everything went black again. But not before I heard Truth musing to itself, "She'll be completely cast adrift; I wonder if she'll drown?"


It hurt. It felt like I was being ripped apart, each molecule torn from the rest and put back in a way that didn't feel natural. And the entire time, an entire world of knowledge was being crammed into my head. I now understood languages, cultures, and geography that I had never heard of. History and inventions and every battle ever fought were all brutally shoved into my aching brain, but somehow, in the back of my head, I knew it was holding back. There was something else, an entire way of life that it was leaving out. I couldn't even begin to comprehend getting this much information and then gaining more.

Suddenly, after I was pretty sure my brain had exploded (several times), everything made sense. I knew where I was and who I was going to meet and what would happen. I knew who I was and, more importantly, what I was. But I still couldn't seem to grasp what it was holding back! I searched and reached and tried to find it, but it still eluded me. My mind was struggling to absorb what I had already been given, but not knowing something so important was driving me mad! I knew almost everything, but the one thing I couldn't find was going to be the thing that drove me over the edge. Then, the word 'alchemy' flashed through my mind and I was flooded with a tiny fraction of knowledge on this new subject.

But then I fainted.


(Ed and Al's POV)

Edward and Alphonse Elric were strolling through the streets of Risembool on their way to the Rockbells' house to get Ed's automail arm repaired/rebuilt when they saw a flash of blue light coming from a nearby alleyway. Upon recognizing the flash as alchemy, the boys rushed towards the place it had come from. What they found shocked them.

On the ground in front of them was a girl that neither of them recognized. That in itself was a feat, for in a small town like Risembool, everyone knew everyone. She appeared to be his or Al's age. 'Maybe she moved here?' Ed wondered. And her hair looked like she had just been electrocuted; it was sticking up everywhere! Shaking his head to get back to the matter at hand, Ed noticed that the girl was unconscious. He glanced at his brother and could tell what he was thinking through the famous Elric Brother Telepathy. They were both worried about this girl and wanted to help her.

Quickly, Ed picked the mysterious girl up and motioned for Al to follow him as they resumed their walk to Winry's house at a brisk pace.

Ed looked around awkwardly when her lolling head came to rest against his shoulder.


(Lyn's POV)

My grandmother used to tell me stories at night as I went to sleep. I remember her telling me about a man called Icarus who flew on wings of wax. He tried to reach the sun, but when he got too close, his wings melted. Icarus, the only man to ever fly, plunged into the ocean below and drowned.

I always thought to myself, 'Why didn't he swim?' Did he give up living and simply decide that drowning was his punishment for trying to reach something impossible? That's stupid. He tried to reach the sun because he thought it would bring him happiness; isn't that what everyone does? So what if the gods disapprove? Screw them.

If you fall, you should always get back up again, if only to knock the lights out of whoever made you fall in the first place. You should swim.

So when I woke up and my first thought was of what Truth had said about me drowning, my second thought was that I was definitely going to live long enough to punch that smirk right off its monochrome face.

Groaning softly (my head still hurt like a bitch), I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I seemed to be in someone's home. Bits and pieces of metal and tools littered the floor and were pinned to the walls. 'Automail,' some part of my mind supplied me with the name. Suddenly, the things I had learned in that place ('The Gate,' I was reminded) flooded back to me. Well, not all of it; I could tell I'd forgotten most of what I'd learned.

What I didn't forget, however, was the fact that I was in a whole new dimension.

"Holy shit," I whispered in shock.

"You shouldn't curse like that, young lady," a stern voice reprimanded from the left.

Glancing around, at first I couldn't see anyone in the room with me. Then I heard someone clearing their throat and looked down to see an incredibly short, old woman. When I opened my mouth to apologise, she cut me off.

"If you're going to do it, you might as well go all out," she finished, giving me a mischievous smirk. "My name's Pinako, but you can call me Granny."

I decided I liked this lady. Grinning in return, I said, "I'm Lyncasia, but everyone calls me Lyn. Where am I?"

She seemed a little taken aback by this question. "You're in a town called Risembool, young lady. Do you recognize the name?"

Shaking my head 'no', I glanced back as her, only to see her staring intently at something on my head. Now that I thought about it, there did seem to be something off about my head. I hadn't noticed because it almost felt natural. Reaching up and gazing questioningly at Granny, I poked the thing on my head. It twitched. Gabbing the thin (and furry?) object firmly in my fingers, I yanked it off my head.

Or at least I tried. Yowling in pain, I began rubbing the area in order to soothe the daggers of pain it sent down my spine. Wordlessly, Granny picked up a small mirror and handed it to me. Angling it to see the top of my head, I gasped in utter shock.

There were cat ears. On my fucking head.

They were attached near the top of my head. They swiveled around at every noise. They... They actually looked pretty soft. They were the same dirty-blonde color of my hair except at the top where they had small black tufts sticking up. 'Lynx ears,' my mind supplied.

I now remembered another fact that I had forgotten upon waking up. I was a chimera. 'A creature that is created by alchemically combining two animals to create a creature that shows traits from both of the original components,' my brain reminded belatedly. In this case, the two ingredients were me and a lynx. I thought about all the times I had used the phrase "I'm only human," and about how I would never be able to say it truthfully ever again. I recalled what Truth had said. It really did take away everything that kept me anchored.

I looked up as Granny took away the mirror and pressed a bowl of stew into my hands. I was trying to think of a sane way to explain my ears, but she interrupted my thoughts. "I won't ask about it; you can tell me if and when you feel ready." With that said, she left the room.

A/N: I probably won't update soon. Just a warning! Please review!