Fullmetal Alchemist

Getting back to the other side

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the original characters.

WARNING: Major spoiler for anyone who has not seen the entire series. Episodes 1-51.

Edward Elric woke up April 21st in North London, Britain 1923 to a loud banging on his door. 'I'm coming' he yelled as he slowly walked up to the door, eye half open.

'Here your post sir,' said a small boy in cockney. Ed handed him a pound, took the mail then closed the door. He looked down at the letter in his hand and read the 'from' address; Hoenhiem Elric from somewhere in Germany. He opened the letter and read it aloud.

Dear Edward:

I am currently in Germany on my way up to London. I've found some interesting books while here on magic that I think you should read. Also, I was told be a German scholar that there is a private library in north London that actually has reliable research on alchemy dating back 300 years. It owned by an orphaned brother and sister. It should be a largest house on Bellwicket Road. Go and check it out and I should arrive in London in three days time.

Sincerely

Your father

Edward folded up the letter and hid it under his mattress along with the other letter his father sent him. Magic was still illegal to practice in Britain and practitioners could be charged with witchcraft. 'Might as well check it out before he gets here' he said to himself. 'I'll do whatever it takes to get back to Al.' it has been three years sense Edward was sent to other side of gate with no way to get back. Every day he wondered how al was doing. If everyone thought he was dead. Seeing Al was the only thing that kept Edward going these days. Three years of research by both him and his father had brought them a lot of disappointments.

Despite his greatest efforts, he still could not use alchemy in this world. While Edward tried to find ways to us alchemy, his father was busy searching for other methods of magic. While studying in Egypt, he had found spells to grow skin on top of his rotting body. His legs were very weak and often used a wheelchair for fear that his leg would fall off from the rotting. He knew he had very little time left in the world so he wanted to spend every waking moment trying to find a way to get Edward back to other side.

Edward walked out of the inn he had been staying in for the past two months and caught a taxi. 'Where to mate?' asked the driver.

'Er, take me to the biggest house on Bellwicket road,' said Edward

'Roger,' said the driver.

'It only took 15 minutes to get there and it indeed was the biggest house on the road. In fact, it was the biggest house he had seen in North London. He was used to seeing inns and flats (apartments) that he wasn't sure that there were any houses in North London. It looked like it came straight out of horror novel. The house was more like a gothic manor complete large black gates and gargoyles. Ed paid the driver and got out of the taxi.

'Are you sure this is where you meant to be dropped off?' the driver asked staring at him.

'Yeah, this is it,' said Ed and the driver shook his head and drove off.

Ed stared at the large black gates then he suddenly had a flash of the black gate to the other side before he tripped over a rock and hit his head on the cement. The last thing h remembered were the gates opening before he passed out.