Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Finding The Philosopher's Stone ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I’m back! The last chapter was really short. Sorry about that, but it got everything that I wanted in it. I don’t think any more will be that short. For a disclaimer see the prologue.
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Chapter one
~Edwards pov~
Hey, I’m Edward. The day I met Celeste, Al and I were on our quest again. We were on our way to a new town, Lowlace, when we first saw her. We were on the walking on the road and we saw a hill with a tree on the top, to the left. We were pretty much lost. Completely. We hadn’t seen anyone all day, till we saw her. She was lying beneath the tree. “Hey, are we on the right way to Lowlace?” I yelled. No response. “Do you think she’s alright?” Al asked me. “I don’t know, Al, but we’re about to find out,” I told him. We ran up the hill to her. The reason we had seen her from the road was because she was wearing all black and her hair was a copper. She was fair skinned, thin, and beautiful. “Hey are you alright?” I asked as I shook her. She woke up and hit me on the head. “What’d you do that for?” I yelled at her. “For waking me up,” she grumbled. “We were only checking to see if you were okay,” Al said. “Oh, well, thanks. I guess,” she said. “Hey, are we on the right way to Lowlace?” I asked her, still rubbing my head. “Yea, it’s just over that hill,” she said. “Do you live there?” I asked. “Yea, i live just outside it, on the other side. If I can talk my dad into it do you want to stay at my house?” she said. “I don’t know, we’re trying to find someone,” I said. We had asked someone about the Philosopher’s Stone again and they told us about a scientist who might know a lot about it. “Who are you looking for? I might know them,” she asked. “We’re looking for a Dr. Dimitri Ramone,” Al said. “Oh, I really know him. Didn’t I tell you? I’ m his daughter, Celeste Ramone,” said Celeste. “Cool, I guess we can try to stay at your house then,” I said. “Ok, I have to get a few things from the market in town, first,” said Celeste. She got up and we headed down the hill toward the town. Her copper hair was long and in a ponytail, that reached down to her knees. Even before we got to town several people said ’hi’ to her, so we could tell she was well liked around here. We got to town and she went to a stall, and gave the woman that was there a list. The woman disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a few bags. Celeste gave her some money and the woman started talking. “So how are you and your dad doing? I hardly ever see him anymore. I hope you both are doing alright,” she said as she passed the bags over. “We’re fine. Dad’s just busy with work and all,” Celeste said, as she took the bags. “Bye Celeste,” the shop- woman said. We walked away and through the town. “Sorry about the shopkeeper. She’s a nosy, old woman,” said Celeste. “Don’t worry about it. We’re just happy your offering your home to us,” said Al. I wasn’t even listening. I was wrapped up in my thoughts. Most of which were about Celeste. When she had woke up, I stared directly into her eyes. It was unnerving. Her eyes were a strange silver. They had a bit of black mixed in, so that if you looked from a distance they appeared gray. She was beautiful, but there was something strange about her. If it wasn’t for that thing, I would have been listening to every word. Then Al’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Brother?” “Huh, what is it, Al?” I asked. “I asked if you were sweltering in that jacket,” Celeste said, slightly annoyed. “Oh, not really,” I lied. Thanks to the automail, I was extremely hot! We walked in front of a huge house and Celeste turned to it. “This is my house, and don’t make any of those rich jokes. I get plenty of those,” said Celeste. She opened the front door and yelled “Father!” I’m in the kitchen,” a voice answered. I frowned. That voice sounded familiar to me. “Come on and meet my dad,” she said. We wet through a few rooms and came into a nice kitchen. A man with a ponytail was turned to a stove on the opposite side of the room. “Father, we have guests. Can they stay here?” Celeste asked. He turned around and gasped. The breath hitched in my throat, too, as I felt my anger rise. “Al, we’re leaving. We don’t need his help,” I said, with as much contempt as I could. “But, he may know-,” Al started to say. “Al, trust me,” I growled. “Why, brother?” Al asked. “Because, this scientist is our father,” I said, clearly fuming.
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Got right to most of the plot. It's going pretty well so far. Well, I got to go.