Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, but I do own my story and the characters that I made up.

Hey everyone, this is the end of the end. Remember this isn't written like a normal chapter, it's a little different. It's just here to tie up some loose ends and give us more closure (myself included :) )


It was summer, the breeze was blowing across the hills of Resembool. A small 5 year old boy with blonde hair and his 3 year old brother came running up the path toward a woman wearing a blue dress with her brown hair back in a ponytail.

"Mommy! Look what I made for you!" The blonde boy shouted with glee. The woman bent down to be on the child's level when he showed her his present. He handed her a small metal horse.

"Oh, Edward, it's lovely!" The woman exclaimed. The smaller boy ran up panting.

"I made one too, but mine isn't as good..." he said with a disappointed frown.

The woman took it gently and smiled, "I think they're both beautiful, I think you should show your father when he gets home." The children smiled. Suddenly three men came up over a hill in the road walking toward the house, the one on the left wore a military uniform and had black hair, the man in the middle was the shortest with long blonde hair, and the one on the right had dark blonde hair and was laughing. The children began jumping up and down with pure joy.

"Daddy!" They shouted as they ran toward the men. The blonde man smiled as he saw the children, they ran into his arms first.

"Look what we made, Daddy!" He smiled, his children were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He looked at the horses.

"Just like you taught us, Daddy!" The smallest one shouted with pride.

"That's great, James," he said to his youngest son.

"Look at mine, Dad!" The older boy added happily.

The man laughed, "wow, yours is great too, Ed." The little boys were Edward Elric jr., and James Elric. The three men were Roy Mustang, Alphonse Elric, and the father of the boys was Edward Elric sr. The woman was Calien Elric. Ed swore when Calien got pregnant that he wouldn't be like Hughes had been and obsess over his children, but now that they were born, he couldn't help but think of them all the time. He saw so much of their mother in them, they were just beautiful. Calien was a wonderful mother and the children adored her, the same way Ed and Al had loved their mother. Roy was also a very good grandfather, even though he still swore that he was way too young to have grandchildren, even though Ed was 29 and Calien was 27 now. Al spent a lot of time with the children even though he and Winry had been married last year and were expecting their first child soon. Ed and Calien were devoted to each other and their children. They finally had the happy life that they had dreamed of for so many years.

About Calien's Philosopher's Stone gene, both of the children had it and were taught their whole lives not to tell anyone about their mother's or their own secret. Both Edward and James were successful alchemists like their father had been. Ed and Calien could not have been more proud of them.

Concerning Roy, he achieved his goal of becoming Führer a few years later and was widely popular throughout the country.


Thanks for reading my story all the way through, I thought I would tell you some interesting things about the story. About "Calien", it's actually from Tolkien's Elvish Disctionary, and it's actually two words. Cal means light and Ien means daughter or maiden. I first used this name as a cleric on the video game Neverwinter Nights. Some aspects of the story reflect my own life, like when Calien leaves the base for the first time, it was a lot like when I left for college (which was only a few months ago) :) . There were some parts in the story where I tried to leave and opening for a sequel, but unfortunately, I don't think there will be one. The next story I'm working on is a Star Wars Extended Universe story, but I might not post it..we'll see.

Anyway, thanks again for reading my story. Try not to be too sad that it's over now LOL. And remember to read and review...for the last time.