Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Butterfly Alchemist ❯ Breeze Mustang ( Chapter 4 )

The train rolled along the track. It was taking a teenage girl to a place she hadn't been in years, taking her to see old friends and to meet new ones. Her name was Breeze Mustang.

 

The fifteen year old looked out the window. She looked at her faint reflection. Her skin was tan from living on a farm and being outside most of the time to take care of her horses. She had the same dark blue hair that was characteristic to her mother and uncle; it was originally as long as her uncle's but now it was half way down her back and didn't stick out as bad as his did. What she loved most about her face were her sapphire blue eyes that had dark blue rims.

 

Because she took care of six horses and because she had a mother that used to be in the military, she was pretty strong. Even though she was only about as tall as her horse Jinx was at the whithers (16 hands which equals 5 feet 4 inches), she wasn't really bothered by her height. After all she was only fifteen. She still had time to grow.

 

Breeze wore army boots similar to what Roy wore. Her army green pants were baggy and had pockets that held all sorts of stuff like chalk for drawing alchemic circles, jerky if she got hungry, a pocket knife, etc. Along with her belt, there was a pair of goggles in one of her belt loops. She wore a baggy red t-shirt that had a star on it. On her hands were what her mother called gang gloves. They were fingerless gloves that ended at the wrists. They served two purposes. One was to complete her look. The other was to hide the tattoo on her right hand.

 

Her tattoo was the reason that her mother wanted her to live in East Central. Her mother disproved of tattoos. Man, had she screamed. Breeze's ears were still ringing. The tattoo was her way of stating her independence.

 

It was just black, no colors. She had her friend's brother do it. He was hesitant, had good reason to. Her mother was very scary when angered.

 

She took off her glove and looked at it. A butterfly looked back at her.

 

She put her glove back on and took out a book. It was more of a photo album. She opened up the book. On the second page was a picture of her mom and her friends, all state alchemists.

 

In the middle was her mom, Gwenivere Mustang, the Ice Alchemist, formerly. On Gwen's left was Jamie Harold's, the green eyed alchemist; she was dead. On the right was Luke Major, the Leaf Alchemist. He was her godfather. She didn't know anyone else in the picture.

 

Breeze flipped the page as the train stopped at Grimsvil. On the page was the Flame Alchemist himself. She smiled; in this book was her legacy as a Mustang.

 

Her mom had told her that the famous Fullmetal Alchemist, the people's alchemist, was going to be guarding her. She wondered what he was like. All she knew was that he could do alchemy with out circles. He must be powerful to do that. Maybe he could teach me a thing or two.

 

“Next stop, East Central Station.”

Breeze put the album away in her satchel like bag. She looked out the window and saw the city looming up ahead.

 

 

 

Note: I will try to get a picture of Breeze's tattoo, because *Hint* it becomes really important later on.