AN: Hey, I'm Kittenizzy~ This is my first story on here so please , please let me know if you find any mistakes! The main character Kat, is an OC of mine in a rp and I just thought her story was so sad and amazing. So thank you for clicking on my story and I hope ya enjoy~ Based off FMA:Brotherhood!
My shadows the only thing that walks beside me. My shadows heart is the only thing that's beating. Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me. Today I walk alone.- Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day
I remember that night so well. I remember being thirsty and getting up to get a drink. All I could hear outside were the bloodcurdling screams of people dying. But I didn't know any better. I was only 4 and a half years old, still so innocent, how could I have known what was happening? I had gone down the steps of my house and peeked into the kitchen. I saw my mother and father lying there surrounded by a red liquid I had heard of called blood. I glanced at the man leaning over them with raven colored hair and wearing that navy blue uniform I had been warned about. He seemed tired, sad and even scared. The air was filled a charred scent. He looked up at me revealing onyx eyes that seemed to be filled with sorrow. We stared at each other for a while. Suddenly he had broken off the stare , whirling around and exiting my house. I heard other men outside say "Is everyone dead in there, Mustang?"
I remember him reply with a gruff, "Yes..."
I had ran up the stairs scared that my parents were in trouble and I had to make sure she was okay. I looked in the room and my 6 month old sister was still asleep. I sighed with releaf and picked her up and went back down stairs only to find the whole bottom half of my house on fire. I raced for the back door and exited immediately. I can't remember exactly how I found them, the group of survivors from the war, but they helped me. I remember only running as fast as I could when I found them. I was probably trying not to look at the horrors around me. We were headed toward another country called Xing. We weren't exactly going there, but they heard of a camp there and hoped to make it before it moved. I on the other hand, ended up in Xing. I don't remember much about that though, just that a kind family helped me, I had lost my sister, but I mostly remembered what they had tried to teach me. Some people wonder how I remember all this when I was so young. I am an ishbalian that day when I was only 4 and half years old, I had to grow up. I remember it because my child hood ended that day, I remember it because I was an orphan that day, I remember it because I lust for revenge for my people and against that man who killed my parents and ended my dreams. My name is Kat, I have just past-shoulder wavy white hair and dark red eyes, I am twelve years old, and this is my story.