"There once was a hero who made wings of wax, but he flew too close the sun, to god, and the wax melted as he came crashing down to earth." Thalia Grace knew both of the stories: the story of Icarus, and the story of Edward Elric. Rated for moderate violence, no pairings. Brotherhood/Mangaverse."
Somewhat edited as of September 22nd, 2012.
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians was written by Rick Riordan. Fullmetal Alchemist was written and illustrated by the lovely and talented Hiromu Arakawa. I own none of the original characters, nor the abilities of their worlds. This is purely fiction based on fiction, and any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is a complete coincidence.
Great…What have I done here? A multi-chaptered FanFiction. Oops. It should be noted that I am more of a reader than a writer, and have only the vaguest clue of the plot of this. Therefore, updates will only come when I feel like writing; extremely infrequent. But I will complete it, if not for optimism, then because I'm stubborn. Otherwise, it's being deleted. Sorry about this.
Characters may or may not be O.O.C. It depends on how the reader imagines the character's personalities.
"Wrong answer, Alchemist. Your alchemy for your brother's entire body, mind, and soul? Where's the equivalency in that?" Truth grinned, his smile unnerving and without the friendly quality that was expected. It was more like Kimblee's; sadistic, and ringing with amusement at the struggles of others. "I know. How about I take you from this world?"
Edward Elric's eyes widened.
"But you are an interesting human. And you've come by so many times, traded so much. I'll give you a deal. If I take a bit of your mind for your brother's mind, your arm, for his soul, and your being in this world, taking away the family you love in exchange for his body, maybe even an automail arm as a bonus, that would be proper equivalency for your continued existence. In another world, that is. You'll most likely come by again anyways. You are, after all, a rather tenacious human. Good-bye, Edward Elric."
"Now wait a minute! What do you mean by 'other wor-'" Ed never got to finish his question as the endless white suddenly turned black and he left consciousness.
"Thalia."
"Yes, my lady?"
"Tell your sisters to get ready to move. We're going on a hunt."
"May I ask why?"
"An unusual amount of monsters have been appearing in a small forest. Enough that even the mortals are starting to take notice, despite the Mist."
"Oh. Yes, my lady. I'll get the Hunters ready to go."
Thalia Grace exited the tent. "Listen up!" Instantly, the entire camp went silent, ready to follow their Lieutenant's commands. "Lady Artemis said to pack up. We're moving towards a large hunt to a nearby forest." She watched in amazement as the camp was cleared in just over a minute, the unity of the Hunters of Artemis almost unnerving.
"Let's move!"
A small figure crouched in a clearing. A large shadow cast over it, claws stretched out towards to figure-a boy-, a clear intent to kill in its caster's eyes. Suddenly, the boy clapped, the sound echoing, and used his left hand to touch his right arm. A knife protruded from the arm, seemingly out of nowhere, as the boy tried to cut the creature. As usual, the knife went right through the monster, confusing it, but causing no harm. It always did that. The boy quickly moved out of the way of another attack as he clapped again and touched the ground. Sparks flew from the earth as a hole appeared in the ground, walls being built around it, right as the monster leapt at him again. By pure luck (Or was it the boy's skill?), the monster landed inside the hole, and the boy clapped and touched the ground again, making the walls topple over and close the hole, sealing the creature inside.
The boy got up from his crouch, and it became clear that he was more of a teenager than a boy, with long golden hair woven into a braid, and blood running freely down his face. He was well muscled, and slightly to the short side. His clothes were tattered, his body riddled with scars. But the most unusual feature was his right arm. Because instead of a flesh arm, hand holding a knife, it was made of metal, the blade attacked to it, right above the hand. The way that he had moved with it earlier hinted that he had skill using it, that he was used to the metal appendage. And lower, was his left leg, made out of metal with the same intricate wiring and layers, completely scratched and dented, but still operating like a normal limb. He had had that for a while as well.
As another creature appeared, similar to the last, he tensed, ready to dodge. As the monster moved forward to attack him, he brought his hands together once more, touching the ground and creating another hole, foregoing his initial instinct to stab at the creature. His blade never harmed the creatures. But this time, before the monster could even land, a streak of silver shot at it, hitting the creature exactly where it would cause the most damage, and unlike the boy's strikes, stuck to the monster, as it quickly dissolved to sand.
Exhaustion from the past few constant days caught up to him as his knees gave up, and he fell to the ground, unconscious, right as the shooter and a group of armed girls in silver clothing stepped out into the clearing.
"Was he the cause of all of the monster appearances?"
"What happened to his arm? And his leg?"
"They look like they're made of metal."
"You think that Lord Hephaestus made it?"
"You'd think so, but his blade never hit the hellhound."
"You're right. If he came in contact with one of the gods, he'd at least have something made from Celestial Bronze."
"What did he do to the ground?"
"Whatever he did, it doesn't matter now. Lady Artemis will probably turn him into another animal."
"Where do you think he came from?"
"He was pretty talented." The last one was admitted grudgingly.
While everyone else talked about the boy, Thalia edged closer to him. His appearance was rather wild; blood caked everywhere, shreds in his clothing, hair escaping its braid. She didn't miss the look in his eyes, the eyes of a cornered animal, with nothing to do but fight. Nothing to lose, acting on pure instinct alone, completely void of emotion. He could very well still be dangerous.
She knelt next to the boy, and checked his pulse, and listened to his breathing. He was alive, thank the gods. His breathing had calmed down, and his body was completely relaxed, proving that he was knocked out. Looking towards her mistress for permission, she received a nod and lifted the boy up, marveling at his weight, despite his size. Thalia carried him into one of the tents that the Hunters had set up earlier, before they had heard the noises. She knew that Artemis was also slightly curious about the boy. Truthfully, when Thalia had shot the monster, she had thought nothing of the boy's strange abilities, and more on keeping him alive. If the boy cooperated, then they might have some important information. If the boy fought them, well…Lady Artemis did enjoy making jackelopes.