I glanced out at the sun and shielded my eyes from the light; despite the sun's warmth C felt only the chilly wind blowing roughly against her, whipping her hair around her face in a wild display. It was if the wind was angrily slapping me, reminding me that it was still more powerful than me, that it had been alive than me and would live longer than me; it was simply stupid for the wind to remind me this.

I looked away from the sky, fragmented ghosts of the sun danced across my vision. With one last glance at the house I had spent the night in, I hurried towards the train station. It wasn't a far distance, just a few blocks from where I had stayed.

The man at the ticket booth looked me up in down warily; probably wondering what a homeless girl would be doing at the train station. I laughed slightly and the man frowned, "can I help you."

"Yeah," I grinned resting my elbows on the table so our eyes met. "Problem is," I paused looking down with fake sadness, "I don't know where to go."

The man snorted, "Then why go at all?"

"Well," I stretched out my right hand, and tapped my index finger with the finger of my left as if counting, "I no longer wish to stay here; I'm bored; and trains are fun." Then I put my hands down and glared at the man, "and I'm sure that the train station needs the money."

The man laughed as if I had cracked a joke, "these trains are expensive, rat."

"How far will 50 pounds get me?"

The man's eye twitched, "You thief! Where did you get that money, mongrel?"

"I saved it instead of buying new clothes."

"Or taking a bath," the man added, pinching his nose.

"So how much is a train to Central?"

The man looked at a paper behind the desk for a moment, his eyes scanning some list before he looked back at me. "15 pounds," he replied.

I reached into my pocket, the empty holders suddenly full of the exact amount needed. I handed him the cash and he took it from me carefully, as though my money carried some flesh-eating parasite.

A few moments later he passed me a train ticket for Central that was destined to leave in twenty minutes. Noting the time, or lack thereof, I hurried across the station towards a large train, a sign nearby reading 'Central'. "Well," I muttered under my breath, "if this doesn't end in entertainment of some sort I don't know what will."

A small smile graced my lips and I spoke louder this time, though still to myself, "I wonder if brother is still stationed at Central."

---

The train ride was rather boring; I lay down in one of the rear cars and napped. The ride was only a few hours but the lack of events made the minutes stretch out. I groaned and repositioned myself for the hundredth time, my right arm numb from its previous position.

The world outside flew past in a flash of colors, the silence made me weary and I slept until the train screeched to a halt at the station in Central. I pulled myself up and stood shakily before making me way off the train.

I was thoroughly started by the large amount of people hurrying around me. Even in East City things were never this crowded. I quickly scanned the heads for anyone in a blue military suit; gave up and made my way outside to the bright lights and busy populace of the capital city.

"Hey," I called out, grabbing the sleeve of a passing pedestrian. The man gave me a wary look and stopped walking. I smiled and continued, "What's the news; any big events or military conflicts in Central?"

The man shrugged, "I don't know, go ask a news stand or something." He pulled away, my eyes trailing him as he faded into the crowd.

"Ass," I spat under my breath before scanning the street for a newsstand, "he could have at least told me where one was."

After several minutes of searching I sat down on the curb and groaned in annoyance; this day was interesting alright, but not enjoyable. Slowly I stood; there was no point in just sitting down.

So after glancing around at all the shops, I decided right was the 'right' path and soon found myself staring into the distance at an enormous building. If my memory was correct, that was the military HQ. Suddenly I broke out in uncontrollable laughter, this was the most luck I had, had all day.

I marched towards the building, still grinning; brother was going to be so surprised. Whether unlucky or lucky, that moment I couldn't tell; as I rounded a corner I found my face meeting hard steel.

I squeezed my eyes shut holding back tears, pinching the bridge of my nose in pain, "Dammit; who walks around in the middle of a city in fucking armor!?"

I opened one eye, and found myself staring at some seven foot tall guy who was shouting apologies and waving his hands in front of his torso wildly. I only vaguely thought about the oddness of his childish voice.

"It's alright," I muttered, "I don't think my nose is broken."

The armor seemed slightly relieved, but only a moment later a short blonde boy in a red trench-coat appeared next to the armored guy, "what happened."

I glanced at him, and rolled my eyes, "appears I once more meet captain oblivious."

He glared at me but ignored my comment, "who are you."

"You know," I said brushing some of the mud off of my pants, although not too much effect, "It isn't polite to demand the name of another person without properly introducing yourself first."

"I'm Alphonse, and this is my older brother Edward, the Fullmetal Alchemist." The armor replied in his childish tone.

I paused and glanced between the two for a moment and suddenly I burst out laughing. Edward gained a stress mark on his forward, "Does this have anything to do with my height because if it does…"

I cut him off, stifling down a fit of giggles, "no, no. It's just I knew this day would be interesting; I just didn't expect this kind of entertainment."

The boys glanced at each other and I suddenly a light bulb went off in my head, "wait." I poked the short blonde, "You're the fullmetal alchemist right?" He nodded, his face becoming prideful and his eyes hinted arrogance. "Do you know a soldier named, Daniel Frederick? He's average height, brown hair, green eyes, rather quiet…" I trailed off when I noticed the blank stares I received; slowly I pushed past them, pausing next to Edward and leaning close to his ear, "if you see him, don't mention me."

With that, I hurried towards HQ, not bothering to give the pair another glance; things were kept more interesting when they were kept interesting and vague. I was certain I would see the two again someday, who knew when.

I had only gone a couple yards when I loud explosion followed by a scream of pain rang loud. I instantly took off in a sprint in the direction in which the sound had originated, knowing full well that a day with this much excitement would not come again. And it seemed almost fitting that the two boys' footsteps were close behind mine. A smirk crossed my face as I ran, appears my meeting with brother would have to postponed.