Yo ho! I finally got to work on chapter 2!

Aw I have so many fun plans for this story. THIS IS GONNA BE SO AWESOME!

Well time to do the disclaimer! Armstrong! I choose you!

Armstrong: CERTAINLY! Doing disclaimers is a skill that's been passed down the Armstrong line for generations! Amberintheflame doesn't own any Fullmetal Alchemist characters!

Amber: Next! Helen! Take the stage!

Helen: Right. We would like to thank AwesomeHellee9, et12356, elysenjazz, and Great-proud-palm-tree for their generous review.

Amber: Good now! Anna! I choose you!

Anna: Amberintheflame only owns me, Lei and Helen. Wait, who's lei?... whatever. Oh, and She doesn't own Pokemon either.

Amber: sadly... anyway, enjoy the story!

Helen's P.O.V

"I hope she's gonna be OK " I look down the portal I dropped the poor girl to her doom. I mean new life. To be honest I almost felt bad for her to have such a difficult task.

Almost.

Of course I was going to help the silly little girl too, by sending her in with a book on alchemy and a one way ticket to the plot. Accompanied by a certain sparkly alchemist in the series. Aren't I nice.

"No. To be quite honest, I truly pity that kid for getting you as the one watching over her." I give off an evil laugh at how true the comment was. "Oh come on Lei. You know its funny~"

The younger boy (who also seemed young but was really a few millions of years old) pushed up his rectangular glasses. "The poor kid. I remember when I got you as my protector. It was horrible..." He shivered at the memory and I gave a coy giggle. That was a fun job. Such interesting reactions the boy had.

"You know, if you're really that concerned for my client, you can always go in after her. I can turn you into a flying squirrel or something and ride on her shoulder."

He pushed up his glasses again in a stern matter, making him look a lot more professional than I knew he was. "I refuse."

I give another demonic laugh. "Suite yourself. Now if you'll excuses me, I have a person to mess with." Shaking his head again, I watch him leave with a grin full of pointy teeth. Maybe I'll send him in to help her out anyway. But for the moment...

"Now." I mutter once he was out of sight. "It looks like out heroine's waking up. Let the story begin."

Anna's P.O.V

I wake up with four realizations.

One, my clothes are now changed into something that would be worn way back during the industrial revolution.

Two, I now had a handy dandy backpack with me that was quite heavy. Probably the key to my very survival. Nothing big.

Three, My head felt like it was just pummeled with hammers and than maimed by a marching band

and Four, I was falling from the sky.

Wait... I WAS FALLING FROM THE SKY! This was bad. how could I go to heaven if I die so early on! That dumb angel would never let me hear the end of it! the horrors!

Quickly springing into action, I spot a large lake and go for it. Twisting my body frantically, I move over to my new landing platform; moving through the air with the frog stroke. Helen must be laughing right now... not the time! As I drew out of my thoughts, I came closer to the ground. I shut my eyes and waited for the landing. As if in slow motion, I plummeted into the large mass of water, causing a huge wave to fan out around me.

For five seconds, I mentally did a happy dance on the fact that I was alive. Than I set to work. Slowly, I move over to the shore line where the backpack I had earlier laid dry on the ground. In relief, I climb onto the bank and grab said bag in search of some dry cloths. after some digging around, a pair of three quartered baggy brown pants and a plain gray T-shirt were selected. Wringing out my old cloths, I place them at the top of my bag and zip it up.

Seeing what's inside will have to wait, first I need to figure out where I am.

So I did the only thing I could. Wonder around until I find some sort of civilization. Nodding with my plan, I take my first steps for my long and surely troublesome journey in which I really didn't want to do. And then, with great power I might add, I tripped. On train tracks.

How convenient.

So I could wonder around at random Or I could follow these train tracks to some place.

Great. Now I sounded like Dorthy from The Wizard of Oz (A/N: Which I don't own) Grudgingly though, it was a good plan. And so I follow, hming at my unusual food fortune, which usually meant bad fortune in the near feature.

Five minutes later...

I come across a train station and a small town. How anticlimactic.

With a sigh of pleasure -things never just worked out like this- I head over to where presumably tickets for the train where being sold. Going up to the counter, ran by a middle aged man, I get ready to go places.

"Um.. excuses me. Where does this train lead to?" I gesture vaguely to the tracks where adults stood, waiting for their ride to come.

The man gave a grin. "Why little Missy, this train goes all over Amestris. But I suggest that if ya don't have a place to go, go to Eastern. that's the best place for a young traveler such as yourself to head out to." I nod, remembering that the wheel of doom mentioned Amestris.

"I'll go there." smiling he gave me a ticket. "That'll be 420 Cenz." I pause, hand half way to the ticket. What was Cenz? I don't have any money on me!

"You have the money. Right?" The man narrowed his eyes and gave off this scary aura causing me to squeak in terror.

"U-um.. I-"

"I see a damsel in distress! Young lady! how may I be of service!" Behind me, a large man with blond hair and small beady blue eyes looked at me expectantly. He was what looked like a military uniform in a shade of navy blue. Also, I could have sworn I saw sparkles floating around his head. Pink ones at that.

What the heck? Ah well. Help was help.

"Well, you see. I wanted a train ticket but I don't have any money and.."

"Speak no more! Helping out people in need is a quality that has been passed down the Armstrong family for generations! As you, I am going to Eastern and would be more than happy to pay for your ticket."

Although this man was weird, he offered me help. A something that cannot be ignored. This man was now on my friends list. The first one here too.

"Thank you very much." I tell him with a small smile. His chest pushed out at the complement and he ripped out of his shirt taking on several poses. "You are vary welcome!" I sweat drop. Why was he sowing me his muscles?

"W-well anyway, I better get on the train now. Thanks again!"

"Wait for me!" he called out. What have I gotten myself into?

I silently gazed out the window watching the trees go by as a blocked out the large man's babbling. A skill I have gotten from my old life. He had answered all of my questions and I was now in deep thought.

Flashback...

Me and the insane man who called himself Armstrong sat across from each other in the train booth. I had to get some answered; even if it was from some crazy macho guy. "First I want you to explain some things." I tell him bluntly, cutting him off mid-gloat.

"Why yes! Explanations have"

"Been passed down the Armstrong family for generations. I KNOW already." He shut up and I coughed to clear my voice and hide the awkwardness. I didn't mean to offend the guy, it's just he has said the same thing a million times now.

Getting back to my dilemma, I speak. "First off. What's alchemy?"

"Oh what wonderful youth of curiousness. Alchemy, dear Anna, is the comprehension, destruction and recreation of items on the basis of the alchemist code 'equivalent exchange'." I gave him a blank stare.

That made absolutely no sense. But in hopes that he did clarify his words, I continue to listen. He seamed pretty serious about this.

"The Armstrong family specializes in this beautiful process for it has been passed down our family line for generations!" and there goes the serious Armstrong. Should have know.

"OK, tell me about Amestris." His sparkles grew in number, if that was even possible. A map of what I assumed to be Amestris somehow faded into view behind him. Odd.

"Yes! Amestris is a place run by a military government, always a happy and peaceful place." Right. The military runs it and you think its peaceful... "I myself am a Major as well as a state alchemist."

"State alchemist? Whats that?" And are all people like you in the military? I silently add.

"A state alchemist is a person who serves the military with the assistance of alchemy." he said in a matter of fact tone. Once again, that explained next to nothing, considering I'm still a bit blurry on what alchemy is. "As for my family." I blocked him out. as he begun to ramble again in favor of my own thoughts. As nice as he seemed, the more the guy talked, the less I liked him. Turning to the window, I sort out my thoughts.

Back to present time

"All passengers. We have arrived at Eastern. I repeat, we have arrived at Eastern. Please exit if this is your stop." a train conductor yelled. I spring out of my seat, anxious to move out.

With a hasty good bye to the Major, I set out of the station, hopefully to sort a few things out. And to learn about alchemy.

What ever that was.

Well?

How was the newest chapter?

I hope ya enjoyed it

Armstrong: How could they not enjoy it?! I was in it. Making fan fictions more enjoyable has been passed down the Armstrong line for

Amber: *Puts duck tape over his mouth* Ahaha... ignore him.

Anna: And please review!

All: Bye!

Preview:

Sighing I sat down a a street side bench by a cute little flower shop. Might as well check inside my bag to see what I'm stuck with.

Inside I found three things. My damp cloths, A loaf of bread, and a large book. It was labeled "How to learn alchemy for dummies (This means you) By: Helen Angelical" My vain throbbed and I threw the book to the ground.

"I know I don't know Alchemy yet but you don't have to be so rude about it!" I yell up at the sky shaking my fists.