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I was standing at the foot of where the boy was. His father and him had a conversation and decided that they would like to go through with it. They new of all the risks and what would happen if it failed. I told his father that if we didn't go through with the transmutation that he would most likely die in a matter of days. They agreed that it was for the best.
I learned that the boys name was Noah. Nice name, suited him quite well I thought. His father's name was Abraham, also a nice name. I also thought that maybe they were religious or maybe there was another reason for their names. For christ has not given them mercy in a while. They lost their home and all their belongings, they seemed sheltered and alone. For they have lost everything in the eyes of a stranger like me.
"Are you ready?" I asked them both, I waited. Abraham looked down at his son. He was holding his hand, and he seemed to have tears in his eyes. Noah nodded, he looked brave with no fear in his eyes. In a way he reminded me of Edward, he was just too quiet. Abraham slowly backed away from his dying son and went to the other side of the small tent like box.
"Good luck," is all he told me before he kneeled down and started to pray.
I turned back to Noah. When I looked at him closely I could see dark circles under his eyes. He looked far more weaker than he did just four days before. He looked starved, for his skin was tightly pressed against his bones to make him look far more scrawnier than he actually was. I would have to remember that when this was all said and done, and if it worked to take the poor boy and his father out to dinner.
"I can't tell you that it's not going to hurt, because I don't know. I've never heard of a successful transmutation actually putting someone in pain unless it was at the end and didn't turn out," I had to tell him the truth. If I didn't know if it was going to work, if I didn't know if it was going to hurt, he needed to know these things, and if he backed out I would completely understand and wouldn't think ill of him.
"I have faith in you Elysia, you may begin whenever you feel comfortable," he told me this in kind words. He was very controlled under pressure, and it made me think that he would make a great alchemist for an alchemist had to handle things well, even in the roughest of times.
"You give me far too much credit, you can praise me after I've fixed you all up and have you on your feet again." I smiled, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.
"Deal," he told me. I nodded and then started. He smiled and then laid his head down on the pillow I brought with me. I wanted him to be as comfortable as possible.
"Water, 35 litres. Carbon, 20kg. Ammonia, 4 litres. Lime, 1.5kg. Phosperus, 800g. Salt, 250 g. Niter, 100g. Sulphur, 80g. Fluorine, 7.5g. Iron, 5g. Silicon 3g. And a trace amount of fifteen other elements," I said it out loud as I added it all to the large tin bowl sitting next to him.
Earlier I had already drawn the circle, the exact diagram of Edwards'. When all the ingredients were added and it was sitting on the circle I took a deep breath, clapped my hands, and concentrated. I opened my eyes to see a bright light filling the box we were in, I saw things going and coming from Noah's body and then it all went dead.
I hurried over to his side and saw that he was breathing, he was just unconscious; sleeping. I took a deep breath and held it as I lifted up his shirt, I released it when I noticed that the bruise like rash was no longer engulfing his body.
"It'll all be okay," I told Abraham. His face went from sorrow to happiness. His eyes brightened, this seemed to have returned the hopeful gleam to his eyes. And this is how I knew that everything would be okay, not only for them, but the people around him.
I walked out of the small box were the two were now sitting together. I waited to leave until the boy had woke up, so I could make sure everything was alright.
I slowly made my way out of the dark, dirty ally, I looked up to see a figure standing at the end. I could tell by the stance that it was clearly a man, maybe in the military from the looks of the outline of his body. He seemed to be wearing a suit of some kind. I thought it was a bit strange that he was just standing there, looking in. I refused to let my guard down. I finally got to the opening and looked up to see that the man looked a bit larger than I had first imagined.
"I saw what you did," he told me. His voice was deep also. I finally looked at him and his features. He had dark hair, black for all I could tell. He was infact wearing a military uniform, so I knew right away that I was in trouble. He had dark eyes that seemed to have gone through much pain, they reminded me of Mustang's eyes. He must have been in one of the wars, he always told her how it was like giving your soul away.
"You're point?" I asked. I didn't make any attempt to stop, or be pleasurable. I knew that I was in trouble, so maybe if I got away he wouldn't come looking for me, but he was right on my heal.
"My point is, is that you did something that was strictly forbidden. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you or that boy, or even his father. You could have lost everything, or taken everything from that family." He finished, and I stoped, still turned away from him. I didn't say anything, I didn't really know what to say. The thought of my mother flashed in my mind, if I died she would have nothing left. I was non-responsive so he added, "maybe you should talk to the Elrics, maybe they can teach you a leason." At this I whipped around. What about the brothers? What didn't I know?