Yay chapter two. I can't believe I actually wrote this. The first few chapter will be establishing this character then there will be a time skip and we will get right into the heart of it all. I would appreciate at least one review. Just to know that I am doing well. XD

A snap.

That is how close the military had come to having another crisis on their hands. Killing citizens of Ishbal was an order ,which most citizens agreed with, but to kill a child not of the Ishbalan race, would have had another war awaiting them upon their return. When the men had arrived at the base, the other soldiers were in an uproar over the fact that the taller one now carried a small child in his arms.

"Armstrong! Mustang! What the hell is the matter with you two? Our orders state that we must terminate any and all Ishbalans upon sight. You are blatantly disregarding that order! You better have a damn good reason as to why!"

The taller of the two, Alex Louis Armstrong, placed the girl upon the ground, she stood there staring at the other soldiers. She wasn't scared, if anything she was curious, probably wondering why they hadn't killed her yet. The other man, Roy Mustang, stared along with her at the other soldiers, but his eyes were cold with fury.

"Look at her." Mustang asked flatly. The soldier must have thought the heat was getting to him.

"I see her, another disgusting Ishbal who needs to be terminated, and I see two soldiers who can't seem to do their job. What are you going on about Mustang? Why don't you just do your job or do I have to do it-"

"Look at her damn it! Look at her eyes!" Mustang was furious, knowing that if it hadn't been himself and Armstrong that had found the child, she would surely be dead. The soldier scoffed at Mustangs remark, but decided to humor him. He walked over to the girl, squatting down so he could get a good look at her. For a few seconds, there was silence as all the other soldiers watched, their curiosity wanting to see the outcome of it all.

The silence was broken when the soldier gasped and, losing his balance, fell to the ground.

"What color are they?" Mustang whispered, but the man said nothing. Mustang grew angry, "What color are they!" Mustang commanded the soldier, even though he was his superior. The soldier cleared his throat before pushing himself up off the ground, brushing the sand from his uniform and then turning to face the other soldiers.

"It seems that," he paused, "a form of thanks are in order. If Mustang and Armstrong had followed orders without hesitation, we may have had another war on our hands. This child," he gestured to the girl, "is not of the Ishbalan race, but is like you and me. People would have been outraged at this and we all would have been in some deep shit." The soldier turned to face Armstrong and Mustang, "You two, bring the girl and come with me, we need to pay a visit to the Führer. This girls needs to get to Central."

The girl now sat before an older looking man, an eye patch covering his left eye, his right looking at her with great interest.

"You are a very brave little girl, strong as well for surviving here as long as you have. Though you are lucky, you could have easily been killed out there today." He paused to see if she would say anything, she just sat there. "I just have a few questions to ask you before we take you Central. Once there, you will be given to a foster family who will take very good care of you, okay?" She just stared at him. He sighed before grabbing some papers and a pen, paper work he had to fill out in order for her to go to a foster home.

He smiled at her before he began, "What's your name dear?" He positioned his pen to write, but again the girl said nothing. "Can you understand me? Do you understand what I am asking of you?" He suddenly realized that the girl might not even be able to speak, let alone understand him. To his surprise, she slowly nodded. "Good, good. Now, can you answer my first question? What is your name?" She shook her head.

"Do you not know your name?" Mustang asked quietly, leaning closely to the girl. She turned to look at him, staring at him a few seconds before nodding. "Führer Bradley, though she may be able to understand us, I don't think she can speak." Bradley waved him off, "Not to worry, once she is in Central well find someone to teach her. Nothing to fret over."

The questions continue ranging from how old she was, which she answered by holding up nine fingers, to if she had been living with any Ishbalans before the war, in response she shook her head.

"Thank you for being so cooperative with me young lady. I just have one more question for you and then you will be taken to Central. Do you know where that is?" She shook her head. She was obviously getting very agitated with the way he was speaking to her. Bradley noticed this but chose to ignore it. He looked down at the papers he was shuffling in his hands, "Last question and then you are free to go." He paused before speaking " Do you know where your parents are?" She tensed up and started taking long deep breaths, as if she was trying to prevent a panic attack. Mustang gently placed a hand on her shoulder, making her look up at him, hurt and anger swimming in her violet eyes.

"What happened to them?" He looked at her with sympathy, "Please, try and say something." She closed her eyes and seemed to struggle with what she wanted to say, what she needed to say. "Just give us something so we can understand what has happened to you." They waited patiently for her to answer, knowing that it would be a struggle. She must have been alone for sometime to have not been taught how to talk, at least that is what they thought.

"Le…" Her voice startled the men, they hadn't expected her to say anything. "Le…levt…" Mustang gave her a confused look, "Left, is that what you are trying to say?" She nodded. "Your parents left you? Did they pass away?" She shook her head, which could have meant 'no' to either question but Mustang understood. "They left you alone. They abandoned you." She nodded sadly looking as if she wanted to cry but was trying to be brave. He gently rubbed the small girls back, "You can cry if you want."

"….kan't…" she muttered. "You can't what?" Armstrong finally spoke, kneeling by the side of the girl. "…..kan't…..ku…rye" she struggled with the second word but Armstrong understood, "Can't cry, why?" The girl looked down at her feet which were dangling over the edge of the chair; on them small little scars. She turned over hands to show many scars marking her palms as well. "…me…." The men were confused and a little frustrated but they couldn't be angry at her, she didn't know how to speak. They were lucky she could say as much as she had. Mustang and Armstrong couldn't figure out what she meant but Bradley seemed to have an idea.

"She can't cry." The two men look at him, bewildered. "What do you mean sir?"

Sighing, Bradley stood up from his chair and walked towards the girl. "You are physically and mentally unable to cry aren't you? No matter what happens, the tears won't come out, will they?" Bradley asked in a calm voice. Mustang and Armstrong had been watching Bradley but once he had finished, their eyes snapped back towards the girl.

They watched with shocked eyes as she nodded.

This chapter a lot longer that I thought and hoped it would. Sorry they aren't very long. I hope they will eventually but for now they will be short. You people know the drill read and review, please? I would really appreciate it. I want to know if this sucks or not XD