My torso shot up off the floor and I breathed in heavily. My heart was still pounding, and I could still hear the avalanche of breaking glass around me. Right when it was supposed to come crushing down on me I woke up. After taking a quick scan around the room I realized something - I wasn't in my bedroom anymore. That, and this place didn't smell like my room - or my house even. I looked down and I had... raggedy blankets at my waist, and one I was laying on. Taking a glance back, I saw that a bag, or pack, was my pillow. Sighing, I wiped the sweat off my forehead and looked down at my other hand. In it, was the rose I had clutched so tightly in my dream.
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed, let go of the rose and backed up to the wall, tripping over the torn and dirty blankets. I tripped again and fell against the wall, which groaned and shifted from my weight. And then I took a better glance around the room. This was an abandoned house of some sorts... You know how when a house is abandoned for a long time, the paint comes off and from the rain, sun, and snow, its got the really dark wood that looks as if you even pitch a rock at it, then the whole structure's coming down? This is what this room looked like. The only thing in thise whole room besides the pack I have that looks remotely new, would be the rose. I calmed down again and slowly walked back to 'my' stuff. I straightened the pack up and looked inside it, rummaging around. I brought out some bread, a bottle of water, a knife, two large cubes of solid metal - steel or chrome most likely, a kind of sketchbook, and a pencil.
I started to flip through the book but before I even got to the second page, a pamphlet fell out. If I was in an anime I would've had the lime green question mark pop up beside my head. I leaned over and placed my hand near where the pamphlet had fluttered down and landed, then searched for it with my fingers. After a few seconds I found it, and picked it up. I turned it over, and my eyes almost bugged out of my head reading it.
Alchemy Exam:
9:00 AM Sharp
Exam Arena at Central
One or more will be chosen as a State Alchemist
It had more on it, which was a picture of the Exam Arena, I'm guessing. For some reason, I knew where Central was, how to get there from here, where I cam from, and what my name was. I think I'm in someone else's body, which is freaking me out. Oh shit, what if my soul was trapped in this body? I knew alchemy related things, much like the laws of transmutation, what designs were needed for the transmutation circles, and what I could control. Apparently, whoever was in this body before me was gifted in the alchemy dealing with silver/chrome, and glass/ice, but other things not what I just mentioned she was okay at. No wonder my dream had those freaky-ass glass trees in them. I also knew who the Fuhrer, King Bradley, was, and some of the famous Alchemists. Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, Alex Armstrong, the Strong Armed Alchemist, Scar, the Ishbal-person who feels it is his right to murder the state alchemists, and Edward Elric, the FullMetal Alchemist. After processing all this information I spoke aloud to myself.
"Holy fuck, I just got transported into the world of FMA..."