Disclaimer: I do not own FMA nor the FMA.

My first fanfic.



A girl sat silently in her house, all alone. She sat curled up on her couch watching episodes of Fullmetal Alchemist, one after the other. Six months ago, she would have been fangirling over Ed. She would've been jumping up and down and cheering any time a member of Roy's team did something. She would have been grumbling every time she had to pause it long enough to clean off her glasses, which seemed to collect smudges like magnets.

But six months ago her two closest friends had still been there. One day, they were just gone. Poof. While she had always been very soft spoken in public and around strangers, she had always been able to let down her walls around her friends. They encouraged her to take risks she would have hid from otherwise. Without that, she had returned to the closed-off girl she had been before she had managed to open her shell. That girl is me.

I was home alone that night because my dad and little brother were camping, and my mom and younger sister were at some girl-scout overnight tour thing. I was home because I didn't have anything else to do. And watching FMA always made me feel better.

It was around eight-thirty when the doorbell rang. I tensed. My paranoia kicked in. I paused the movie and slowly got up from my couch. My cat meowed at me and I put a finger to my lips. I tip-toed silently across the tile to the front door. I peeked out the window next to the door. Whoever had been there was gone. In front of the door sat a small box. I opened the door and snatched the box, then quickly closing it again and blocking it. I made sure it was securely locked before walking into the living room and flopping down on the couch.

I stared at the small brown box in my hands. It had my name written on it in big, fancy letters. I traced the 'L' with the tip of my finger.

"I have a really bad feeling about this." I muttered as I pulled it open. "Ooo, pretty!" Inside was a small necklace. The pendant resembled the style of Egyptian amulets. The jewel looked like a ruby, but it was flecked with little gold and orange specks. On one side had a transmutation circle that resembled the one on Roy Mustang's gloves. One the other was an ouroboros and a flamel overlapping. The tip of the ouroboros's tail crossed the curve of the flamel's snake. It was incredibly detailed for a pendant that was only three-quarters of an inch in diameter.

I dangled the amulet in front of my face, admiring the way the light glinted off the jewel. Then I noticed the small note at the bottom of the box. I held my breath and unfolded the yellow paper. My thumb brushed the edge of the intricate transmutation circle. Then the floor seemed to give way underneath me. Red flooded my vision.

Everything went white.

It's a lot shorter than I wanted it to be, but luckily this is just a prologue. Please review! Constructive criticism is really helpful. Flaming is a waste of your time, so if you didn't like it, go read something else.