(This is a story filled with language, blood, and other stuff that readers might feel discomfort while reading. Please take this as a warning.)

Little Marcoh was in a small farm, filled with many crops unlike what fits its size. Likewise, she wandered around, looking for a specific plant that her mother asked to get her to make tea. As she walked around, she noticed them across the other side.

There they are!

She thought, starting to walk across the somewhat tall plants, flowers, grass, and crops.

When she reached them, she rented down and started collecting the flower, the beautiful smell reaching the nose. But...

For some reason,

There was a strange edged silence for a moment, before a loud explosion sound was heard, an extended and lingering ringing in her ears, loud, stretched, and coming from a bit south.

Oh, no... no no no no no!

She thought, worry etched on her young face, eyes wide, teeth gritted. She shifted, getting up and looking at the direction where the sound came from, the ringing still lingering in her ears, and voices of yelling reaching her ears. Furthermore, she started Running. Running across the plants, the grass, the path. The soft breeze ruffling her hair, her black braid bouncing on her back and shoulders as she hurried. Her heart was thudding in her ears, her breathing shallow, ragged and shaky, as her mind was pounding with thoughts, at the same time, the world around her faint and her mind cleared all sounds and yelling and... screams of people.

What is going on? Is it... n-no, not again! Once again, she thought.

And then... She was woken up, she had woken up in her old bedroom. From when she was just nine years old. From when that war broke out.

The house was in ruins, clearly burned down. Half of the roof destroyed, walls broken apart like a catapult was thrown. The smell was almost suffocating, but not quite. The scene wasn't cleared out. Planks of wood scattered across the ground, dust filling the air, frames with pictures on a hallway wall, dusted up and faded. Her old bedroom wooden door was... Kind of broken.

She slowly sat up, groaning and rubbing the sleep from the eyes as her vision slowly wasn't blurred anymore, and came clear. "Ugh.... that nightmare again... seriously, it's been six years and I am still not over it yet..."

She exhales, leaning forward a bit, her boots on the floor, her elbows on her knees, steadying her head, as she just... thought. Looking around the once filled with laughter empty space. Her hair ruffling softly against the breeze of the open window that has remained like this since eighteen-ninety-nine, back when the civil war started. Her neck exposed, since her hair is short, cut.

A bandage wrapped around her wrist, coral and pink dusting the white bandage. She looked at it once and sighed again.

It was a large scrape of her skin, when last night, she tried lifting and moving a piece of wood, but scratched her arm. Thankfully, she had been prepared and had bandages with her.

"Why does my life have to be like this?"

She said aloud, wondered, she had already been through enough, she has been through hell, and seen plenty of it.

She slowly got up, and walked across the room. She covered her nose and mouth with her left, white, gloved hand metal clinking. She reached and dusted off her old desk, picking up a small book. The journal that she brought, that she just likes to write in it sometimes. She started across the other side to the door, carefully walking on some stairs. The wooden staircase creaking faintly with each step, her journal held next to her. Eventually, she reached yet another dusted room. Larger one this time. The living room and the kitchen, as it once was. She walked across, memories flooding back through her head as she stared at the dining table, memories of joy, but now her life is the opposite. She continued walking towards a closed door, grabbing the handle, swinging it and opening it. Inside, her father's studies.

She has begun searching for something all over the room. Bookshelves, shelves, stacks of books, larger stacks of books, in drawers, everywhere. trying to find the only book that maybe it will show her the truth. The truth to why the transmutation she once did, did not work.

Unfortunately, she didn't.

And that was a little bit frustrating, to say the least.

She grunted, and started off walking out of the room, closing the door behind her. She walked past another room that she purposely ignored and got out of the destroyed house, her expression casual, hands now put inside her trousers' pockets. Her eyes glinting in the morning sunlight

The sun has arisen.

And a new day has just began. Marcoh thought it would be the same day over and over again, called by Mustang, for something, maybe, she did not give a single shit about.

But to her best luck...? A soldier appeared put of nowhere.

Lieutenant Hawkeye? What is she doing here? What does Colonel want this time?

She questioned herself. The lieutenant approached Marcoh and simply explained that she was summoned..

"Summoned? Me? Again? Why?" She spoke up, raising and eyebrow as she stared up at her, her expression partically screaming "I-don't-want-this-thing-again" But Riza explained:

"Colonel Mustang wants you to give a tour of the headquarters to a new State Alchemist, newcomer from Creta."

Marcoh looked at her, dumbfounded. She was too exhausted and wasn't in the mood to tour anyone anywhere.

"Why me though?" She asked, pausing after looking at the expression Hawkeye was maintaining, then continuing to speak again "You know there are other people who can tour the guy, right?"

"She is a female." Hawkeye stated.

"Still! What about Edward? Alphonse? Colonel? Hughes? Lieutenant Maria? Major? I don't want to tour her..!" Marcoh protested, her other brow meeting with the other one, raised.

"It was not a question, nor a choice. It's an order." Hawkeye stated once again.

Marcoh grumbled under her breath and walked down the path of the hill, her hands curled into a ball in her pockets, As she started walking, metal clinking.

A new day has arisen, like before, once again.

And it might not be a day Marcoh will like..

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The sunlight filtered through the air, Marcoh's eyes glinting, her scared cheek covered slightly by her dark hair. The blindness on her right scarred eye visible.

She looks...

... Bored.

Not the kind of bored that you are too lazy to do something, but the kind of bored that is "I don't want to do this know."

...kind of bored, to say the least.

She exhaled once, walking alongside the Lieutenant, the breeze ruffling her hair, coat swaying behind her, hands in her pockets.

The silence was long and deafening, until Marcoh broke it, her voice low, her words measured, as she looked slightly up at the lieutenant, her gaze raising to come to her stoic face.

Why is she always like this?

She wanted to ask. But something entirely different came out of her mouth.

"So, who is this Alchemist, again? She... is at the headquarters or somethin'? Waiting?"

She asked casually, then later shifting her gaze to the path in front of them. Then, she continued speaking:

"And how come she is here and not at Creta? Aren't we supposed to be... archenemies? Or something?"

Riza Hawkeye, on the other hand, lowered her gaze on Marcoh, her look calculating her. After what seemed like a long moment, she spoke, voice stoic, her demeanor as well as expected from the military.

"Her name is Eiri. But rather her code name is Ragingwaves."

She paused for a few seconds, giving some time for Marcoh to think:

Eiri...hm..Eiri Eiri Eiri.... Why is the name so familiar to me? Do I know her from somewhere?

Riza cut off Marcoh's train of thoughts and continued again, her voice slightly raised.

"She is here in Amestris because she has family here."

Did she skip something? It feels like she skipped a part... I would rather stay silent though.

Marcoh thought, her hands in her pockets as they both walked towards Riza's vehicle.

The interior was cozy. White seats, windows on both sides of the back seats, anyone could probably get comfortable there. The glass was slightly tinted, allowing lesser light to go into the car. It was a somewhat simple design. Anyhow, they drove all the way to the military headquarters.

Inside the building was pretty busy, the hallways and each area and room, either, dimly lit, or the shine of the light was turned on from a light switch. Eventually it didn't take long to reach the Colonel's office.

Lieutenant Hawkeye knocked on the large dark door, gloved hand softly yet a bit hardly tapping the thick material. After a moment a strong, masculine voice rang from behind the door, sounding professional.

"You may enter."

Soon enough, Lieutenant opened the door, and they were both presented with Colonel Roy mustang sitting across the room at his desk, his elbows both placed on top of it and his hands covering part of his face. He gestured towards an empty seat after noticing Marcoh. Lieutenant later entered after Marcoh, closing the door behind her, her hands dropped at her sides, her face stern. The silence stretched quite a bit, as Marcoh went ahead and took the seat Colonel was gesturing at. She turned to look at the newcomer, Eiri, as they called her, her face... her expression quite uh...

...excited.

... Kind of too much for poor Marcoh. She seemed like she could just approach Marcoh, hug her, talk much, talk loudly... Marcoh didn't really like it that much from what it seems.

The new State Alchemist, Ragingwaves, seemed in her late twenties. Her hair brown, mid-length, her eyes split color, one blue like the ocean, the other green like emerald. Her arms clasped in front of her like she is in a church, and there is a huge smile on her face. Other than that, she wore a dark blue shirt, light blue trousers with dark blue wave-like shapes on the bottom, and some black boots, thay were probably one of the things she... KIND OF... liked about her, or rather, seemed of her, or on her.

Marcoh's expression shifted to... a small frown.

She looked over at Riza, then Mustang, with a somewhat dumbfounded expression on her face. She notices the long silence and speaks up, turning her head to face Eiri's eyes that were huge and filled with excitement.

Okay...

"Uh... nice to meet you...? Name's Marcoh Quelmelric."

She said, her voice etched with something like she is weirded out on something, but Eiri just didn't notice the tone she was using in her voice, or her expression. What she did notice instead, was the clear hand extending from Marcoh for a handshake, metal clacking under the sleeves and gloved hands. She almost instinctively took her hand and shook it, then pulled it away and started talking.

...More like rambling, for Marcoh.

"Hello! Good Morning! Nice to meet you!! My name is Eiriene Veißrig, but you can call me just Eiri! And you must be the Bloodlust Alchemist, right? One of the youngest? I heard you are as old as the Fullmetal Alchemist!"

Marcoh raised an eyebrow and just spoke again, her voice now a bit... edged, you could say, as she took her hand away, on top of her lap. Her voice in a tone almost professional too, her lids half open, as always, like she is tired.

"Aha... Eiriene Veißrig, you say... morning, I guess. And yes, I am indeed Bloodlust Alchemist. And you are correct, I am fifteen years old, same age as the boy."

She pauses, looking up and down at Eiriene, her expression calculating, watching.

That woman is ringing a bell, bit not quite...

She thought, and then continued the talk, her voice ringing out once again:

"So, I suppose I was summoned here to take you to a tour around the place? Wouldn't it be more fun and interestingi if you taught the ins and outs of this place on your own? No offense."

Eiriene's raised her gaze on the ceiling, thinking for a moment, before her gaze drifted down Marcoh's eyes, the mismatched colors shimmering in the light of the room, the light practically bouncing on them. She responded to Marcoh.

"I guess it could be nice... And an itty-bitty adventure or something. But I would like a tour from a fellow Alchemist too. Not to mention I know completely nothing about Amestris's map and I suck at navigating. He-he...he..."

"You should probably start by now, otherwise you wouldn't be able to reach the train in time to travel to Lior...,"

A second voice was heard, as Mustang spoke again, his voice seeming professional, like he knows what he is doing and what he is talking about

Travel to Lior?! The hell is he talking about? Is it another mission? I just took a break from the last one! Well, I guess I could do so, since it might change people's lives..

"...With the Fullmetal."

Colonel continued, and completely breaking down Marcoh's little train of thoughts.

Marcoh looked, once again, dumbfounded, devastated. She lolled her head forwards, groaning out of desperation to not go along with that specific Alchemist.

"...why him..? Why not anyone else...?"

"Because it might be dangerous, even for you, Marcoh-"

Mustang spoke, but Marcoh cut him off.

"..Oh- c'mon! I can defend myself. I can't literally do the same stuff he does!"

Mustang sighed once, and looked at Marcoh, his deep, dark, black, eyes turning a sharp gaze on her.

"There is no time to argue, Bloodlust."

Mustang stated.

...There is no time to argue, myeh myeh myeh myeh myeh..! The only thing I want right now is some peace and quiet, why have I been hit with a brick of "touring" and the "Lior thing" on the head?

She thought, groaned again and has arisen, Turning to look at Eiriene, looking at her with a somewhat frown, eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, are you coming or not? You have listened to the Colonel, I imagine, there is no time to waste after all!"

And with that she gripped Eiriene's hand, not quite harsh, hard, nor soft and gentle, and she just marched down and opened the door, dragging Eiriene out with her. Surprisingly for Marcoh, Eiriene didn't argue or yell at her, she just went along with it, smiling as the door closed behind them.

From inside the room, Mustang said to Hawkeye:

"That girl is just never going to learn, nor teach herself, how to control that temper of hers, will she?"

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Eiriene followed Marcoh across everywhere she guided her to.

They walked swiftly into offices, hallways, a cafeteria. Some offices with lieutenants, majors, generals. Basically, they met everyone along the way around the building. The walls were pure white, some decorated with flags, all of them green, representing a dragon pattern on them, hanging.

Marcoh and Eiriene walked through the final hallway, and as they did so, they stumbled across Führer King Bradley.

The Führer looked at the two.

He wore the military uniform, two long swords settled beside his hips, His hair dark and a mustache on his face, a pitch black patch covering his left eye. He is standing tall in front of them, and he speaks up, his voice masculine and strong, but friendly as well.

"Hello, you two. I figure you, Bloodlust, is touring the new State Alchemist around the headquarters?"

Marcoh's frown and swiftness in her previous words and tour, just to be quick, because she didn't want to do the tour, changes into a sly smile, trying to sound her best towards a higher rank than her.

"Good Morning, Führer Bradley, we were indeed on our tour, I was showing her around, like Colonel Roy Mustang requested me to. This was indeed the last hallway to the end of it, and me and Ragingwaves, along with the Fullmetal and his brother, will soon ascend to the train to Lior. It would be bad if we missed the train. Would you like our help with anything?" She said quite composed, looking at the Führer with a raised eyebrow.

"To Lior, you say.." He said, looking at Marcoh, then turning his gaze on Eiriene, and he spoke again. "No, I won't need your help with anything, I was looking for Second Lieutenant Breda, but no need to help. You shall return to your tour."

Marcoh then replied with:

"Very well then!" She smiled, and grabbed Eiriene's hand hard enough to drag her away, past the Führer.

Soon enough, they were finished, and went off to look for the other young Alchemist and his brother, but they had no need to look. The stumbled across them right as the thought came to mind. Marcoh was about to speak, but Edward Elric took one look at her and spoke up first:

"There you two are! The train is about to leave soon! You must be Eiriene, the one we heard about..!"

He said, and Eiriene spoke again, her voice sweet and deafening for Marcoh.

"Why, indeed! You cancall me Eiri, tough-"

But, unfortunately she was cut off the endless rambling she was about to do, with a strong enough tug at her arm, that made her stop. Marcoh released her arm and spoke.

"I think we should go, Eiri, or we will miss the train if you talk again, yeah? Thank you," And with that, she gripped her arm and marched forwards to exit the building, The turned her head to look over at her shoulders to the two brothers. "Are you coming, or not?"

Edward nodded his head and followed along behind them, then reached them and walked alongside his brother next to Marcoh, metal clacking.

The train station was busy with people, others heading to their business or either hometown. Edward, and his brother Alphonse, boarded the train, Marcoh and Eiriene following behind them. They sat across some red seats, facing each other, before Eiriene spoke up again, introducing her self and kept rambling for what felt like forever, but Marcoh just wasn't in the mood to listen to a yapping woman who was almost probably like thirty years old. So, instead, she just placed her elbow on the window frame, her face a bit moody, the light from the outside world splashing on her face, the scars on her face clearly visible, her eyes pitch black like a void, her lips almost curled into a tired frown, as she looks outside the window. Suddenly, the train starts moving, and young Marcoh seems much more interested to the outside than the person sitting next to her that was rambling. Which, of course, it was Eiriene.

The landscape view outside shifted constantly, the trees and plants flashing across her very eyes. She was rather mesmerized by the constantly shifting view, rather than her companions. As her name got voiced out, she turned to look at who called her or mentioned her.

"...Marcoh's tour was quite fast, she is a good one to give tours..."

But after she thought that they talked about nothing that she cared about, she turned to her own interest, lost in her thoughts and looking at the view from the window, that now shifted into mountains.

The train soon stopped into a halt at a stop. It was certainly not Lior, but Dublith, and quite a lot of people stepped out of the train. After the doors closed, the train slowly began moving again to the next stop.

Lior.

She slightly shifted to look at the brothers, then to look at Eiri. She had a ton of questions she wanted to ask her, so that's what she did.

"So..." She began, as the three turned the attention to her, surprised she even spoke at all. "I have quite a few questions to ask you, Eiri."

"Why, sure? I would very well like to hear them out!" She said as she smiled.

Er..... I don't quite like her optimism...why is she smiling? Because I'm curious? should I even ask, or will it cause a full-on never-ending speech?

But, either way, she began asking:

"Wh- What are you doing here in Amestris? How come you became a State Alchemist, what do you know about Alchemy? What can you do? And don't lie, I want to hear every. single. thing. you have to say."

It's like a small interrogation, and Eiriene doesn't hesitate to speak, but meanwhile she does...

Meanwhile, back at the headquarters, Colonel Mustang sits somewhere in his office, thinking, almost daydreaming, ALMOST, about the new alchemist. Maybe he thought she was pretty, or rather quite beautiful. But who knew?

Anyhow...

Eiri spoke to Marcoh, her voice sweet enough with almost measured words, as she looked back at Marcoh.

Why.. Why is she looking at me like that?? I don't like it... she thought, as the ride continued...

...Off to Lior they go.