I know my trước đó fanfictions are terrible, so I'm going to try and make this good. Sorry if I don't portray them right.
《Ed's P.O.V.》
Alphonse and I got off of the train. We entered a small town called Odankaji. I groaned, "I'm huuuungryyyyyy!!!" Al chuckled. "Let's go find a place to eat, then." We began walking and soon got to a small outdoor resteraunt. Not long after we had sat down, a girl came over and said, "Tatsumaki!" An old man approached her. He smiled. "Hello, Kutsuu. Would bạn like something to drink?" "Water... I'm going to borrow some thêm books." "As many as bạn need." She ran into a small room and soon came out with some books. She sat down and looked through the pages. I looked at her. She had brown hair with an aqua green ponytail. Her eyes were midnight blue with vôi green tints. She was wearing a dark gray tanktop and black jeans, with brown boots, light gray gloves, and a light gray coat. She murmered, "So that's what he meant..." She grabbed the glass of water and took a long, slow sip. Her eyes turned to me once she set the glass down. She growled, "It's rude to stare, bạn know!" I said, "I didn't mean anything bởi it, sorry." Al nodded. "We didn't mean to be rude." She scowled and grabbed the sách and walked off. The old man sighed. "I'm sorry about that. I'm Tatsumaki Yamato. Her name is Kutsuu Himura. She doesn't mean to be rude like that, she's been through hell, is why." Al said, "I-I don't mean to pry, but... What do bạn mean that she's been through hell?"
Sorry if it was short. I hope bạn like it. I'll post thêm chapters soon.
《Ed's P.O.V.》
Alphonse and I got off of the train. We entered a small town called Odankaji. I groaned, "I'm huuuungryyyyyy!!!" Al chuckled. "Let's go find a place to eat, then." We began walking and soon got to a small outdoor resteraunt. Not long after we had sat down, a girl came over and said, "Tatsumaki!" An old man approached her. He smiled. "Hello, Kutsuu. Would bạn like something to drink?" "Water... I'm going to borrow some thêm books." "As many as bạn need." She ran into a small room and soon came out with some books. She sat down and looked through the pages. I looked at her. She had brown hair with an aqua green ponytail. Her eyes were midnight blue with vôi green tints. She was wearing a dark gray tanktop and black jeans, with brown boots, light gray gloves, and a light gray coat. She murmered, "So that's what he meant..." She grabbed the glass of water and took a long, slow sip. Her eyes turned to me once she set the glass down. She growled, "It's rude to stare, bạn know!" I said, "I didn't mean anything bởi it, sorry." Al nodded. "We didn't mean to be rude." She scowled and grabbed the sách and walked off. The old man sighed. "I'm sorry about that. I'm Tatsumaki Yamato. Her name is Kutsuu Himura. She doesn't mean to be rude like that, she's been through hell, is why." Al said, "I-I don't mean to pry, but... What do bạn mean that she's been through hell?"
Sorry if it was short. I hope bạn like it. I'll post thêm chapters soon.
which caused so much sacrifice and misery unknown.
Deceptively though, the stone did appeal
and made foolish men think its happiness real.
O wise philosopher bạn must grieve no more
if bạn wish to revive the mirth of before.
bạn must face your past, for bạn cannot atone
for the damage bạn wrought with the wretched red stone.
Where is the land? That land from the past,
which many before bạn sought and amassed?
Take heed of their folly, and don't be deceived
bởi the trap which left many despaired and bereaved.
Though for happiness, power and ease they did strive,
instead they found death and now none are alive.
Consider these perished; this warning adhere.
Will bạn continue to seek out this stone you held dear?
bạn who beheld it’s baneful hue red
when the blood of your own arm and own leg was shed?
Stone of philosophers, ruby red stone.
When will bạn cease and leave mankind alone?