Me: Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoy it so far and as was pointed out to me I will try to make these a bit longer.

Mustang: At least they are longer than FullMetal.

Me: Mm. True. ANYWAY, thank you to bakacoconut69 for your review.

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA

I woke to find a girl about my age with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting near the bed I was on. "You're awake!" she exclaimed.

"Who-who are you?" I weakly asked.

"I'm Winry Rockwell. And you?"

"Laura. Laura Marsive."

I was bedridden for a week. Between the pain and just pure exhaustion I couldn't get up. Finally I felt well enough to make it downstairs. When I reached the bottom I heard some shouting coming from the living room. "We went to you house! We saw the floor! What was that? What did you do?"

Then another voice. "We're sorry. We didn't mean it. We're sorry. We're sorry. *sobs* We're sorry."

"Wait. Are you...?"

After introducing himself as Lt. Colonel Roy Mustang, him, Granny, and the boy in a wheelchair sat in the dining room to talk. I hid behind the wall to listen in. Mustang was telling them that the boy was a child prodigy and that if he so chooses, he is eligible to become a state alchemist. Granny obviously didn't approve. I just can't believe that they attempted human transmutation. "I'm not forcing you. I'm merely offering you the opportunity."

"Can I take the test?" I asked, coming out from behind the wall just to where my left side was still hidden from view. Surprised, Mustang quickly stood and asked, "Who are you?"

"She is Laura Marsive." ,Granny answered for me, "Al brought her here as well. He said that he found her unconscious in the room."

Composing himself, Mustang nodded to himself. "Sit." he ordered. I stepped away from the wall, causing the soldier to gasp in shock. Like the emotionless boy in the wheelchair's right arm, my left arm was completely gone at the shoulder. Payment to Truth. Mustang's eyes watch me as I took a seat across said boy before he himself retook his seat. "Do you know alchemy?"

"Yes."

"You think you got what it takes?"

"Yes."

"Well anyone who survives what you did deserves a chance I suppose. I'll see what I can do."

I nodded and then he stood and turned back to the boy. "If you believe the possibility exists for getting your bodies back, you must seek it out. Keep moving, whatever it takes. Even if the way ahead, lies through a river of mud."

And then he was gone. I looked at the boy and realized that at some point, the seemingly emotionless eyes was replaced with a blazing fire of determination.