Chapter 1: Diary
He slammed his alarm clock to pieces. That made the third one this week. He should really stop doing that, or else his mother was going to stop buying him new ones. He got up, washed his face and quickly brushed his hair. He got dressed, wearing the usual combat boots and a chain on his pants.
Downstairs, he quickly shoved a doughnut in his mouth and washed it down with a glass of milk. He grabbed his messenger bag, which looked like it had seen better days, and walked out the front door. He always timed his mornings perfectly, not waking up one second earlier than possible. The bus stopped in front of his house just as he closed the door behind him.
At school, he headed for his locker, where he dumped the contents of the bag into a heap, not even bothering to organize the miscellaneous papers and books. As he set his backpack carefully on the hook provided for him, he noticed something sitting neat and orderly on top of the shelf above the hook. It looked like… a book?
He pulled it down from the shelf, his curiosity getting the better of him again. It looked old, but the pages weren't worn down at all. It gave off an aura of importance and sadness, somehow. The book was large and imposing, bound with black leather. On the cover was a strange emblem, cool looking, but strange, sewed on in pieces of red leather.
It was a curious image. At first glance he thought it looked like the symbol for hospitals and stuff, but then saw that it was a snake around a cross, not a pole. And there seemed to be wing shapes on either side, and there was most definitely a crown above it. The bell for first class rung, so he shoved it under his arm with the rest of his stuff and headed off to first period. Hopefully he would have a chance to look at it more closely later.
The next time that the book entered his thoughts was at lunch when he finally had some spare time to look at it.
"Watcha got there?"
A boy with brown eyes and hair poked his head into the open page of the book. It was useless saying that it was nothing. He had always had the uncanny ability to read his emotions since they were little kids. They almost felt like brothers sometimes, oddly enough.
"I really don't know… I think it's some kind of notebook that someone accidentally put in my locker or something…"
He opened the book to the first page.
June 30, year 9I'm so excited I can't wait! In a few days, we'll get to see mother again! I spent all night going over the array and materials needed to transmute mom back to life. I think I got it all right, but I'm really tired so I'm not sure. Al's been acting kind of nervous lately… it's making me think about reconsidering this. What if something goes wrong? What am I saying? Of course nothing will go wrong… if we just do everything like the book tells us, it'll all go okay.
July 3, year 10
I am sorry if my handwriting is bad. I have to use my left hand to write now and I'm not used to it. What have I done? I made such a terrible mistake… I wonder if Al blames me for what happened to us? I am sure that losing a few limbs is nothing compared to losing your entire body…
I never want to think about what happened there ever again, but I know that I have to…
August 28, year 11
I fully recovered! The automail works perfectly now, thanks to Granny and Winry's help. I'm not sure what I would have done without them… I wonder if there is any way that I can express my gratitude to them? It doesn't seem like anything that I do could ever repay them. This really annoying person from the military came a while back. Lt. Col. Roy Mustang… I really don't like his attitude that much, but he said that he can help me become a state alchemist, and that is what I have chosen to do. My mind is set. I will restore our bodies.
October 11, year 11
Looking back on what I wrote and did, I can't believe how stupid I was. Hell, I can't believe how stupid I still am. Oh well. Now I have a once in a lifetime chance. I'm going to Central to become a State Alchemist, yup, a 'dog of the military'. Granny Pinako and Winry begged me not to go, but I have to if I ever want to return us to our original forms. I really don't have any other choice.
I've decided that today is the first day of my new life. Now that the house is gone, we have nowhere to come back to, so the only option is to move forward…
He flipped through the pages rapidly. Was this… someone's journal? The entries were short and sporadic, skipping randomly from time to time. He felt awfully rude for reading it, but this person's story…
Wait? Alchemist? Weren't alchemist those creepy old dudes that tried to turn straw into gold and stuff? And what did the word 'transmute' mean? There were just so many puzzling things about this book, that his head started to hurt.
The bell signifying the end of the lunch shift rang, and he quickly closed the journal. He would have to read it again when he had more time.
Just a random idea that popped into my head. I dont really know what happens EoS completely, but I'll try and do the best I can. Just like with the dates. They might be a little off. A nice little twist will end this story after a coupla chapters or so. This one was weirdly short because its like, midnight on a Monday and I have school tomorrow. :dies:
'Taters
