Hi everyone! So I haven't done a Fullmetal Alchemist fanfic in quite a while, and my last one ended up getting accidentally deleted *sob* So please enjoy this and tell me what you think. NOTE: I have not seen brotherhood yet :) I'm just starting (I know a little late right? Lol) tell me what you think. Review!

"...Mom...I've, said sorry so many times. I don't know how else to say it. But I promise I'll make things right, I'm still working on it." A blonde haired teen said to a grave up on a hill with amber fire in his eyes, but those same fierce eyes welled with tears. "I...promise." He muttered as he set down the fresh flowers and took away the dry, dead ones. "I promise." He said one more time and then turned around and left. All he could hear in his mind was his mothers favorite song, though it had always sounded kinda sad to Ed and his brother, it always came to mind when he tried to always remember her favorite things.

He made his way in silence away from Risembool, and tried to remember that there would always be a way to bring her back. And that he had sworn to Al that he would get his body back for him. Even if it cost him his life. With that thought he made his way down the quiet road and back away. He'd be needing to get back to central soon or Mustang would have a cow.

He was seventeen now, there wasn't a whole lot of time left before he would be considered an adult. Which of course he already considered himself one. Once he was back on the train to Central command he used the time to build up the fire in his heart, he knew that Alphonse was depending on him, that fateful night was not going to be their destiny. They would get back what they lost.

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An hour had gone by and Ed was watching the sun set over the hills, a haze of pink and orange colored the horizon and gave the world a glow. He just knew he was gonna get it from Roy, I'll be back in time for the damn exam. Don't you worry..he had said to his colonel, but the more he thought of it, the more he slowly shrank into his seat with a look of exasperated dread.

"Man..." Ed sighed as he tried to block the man from his head, shoving his ranting away with him.

It was then that he heard what he thought was a 'psst' from somewhere around him. At first he shifted his eyes to the other passengers but no one was looking his way, so he dusted off the idea that someone was trying to get someones attention. But then...

"Psst..." It happened again! Ed curiously sat up a little more and looked around, but then a hand rested on his left shoulder from the seat behind him. At first he went rigid and his first instinct was to hit the stranger but as he turned and looked, he saw it was an old man.

"Sorry to startle you dear boy, but are you..." The man began but then glanced around and leaned in lower, Ed did the same. And this time the man whispered. "Are you Edward Elric? Trisha's boy?"

Those words struck the young alchemist and he at first wanted to ignore the man, figuring he was wanting an autograph, but when the man didn't push, he turned to look back at him again.

"Yeah..that's me, why?" Ed answered and shifted to be able to face the man better from his seat.

Golden orbs met a dusty grey as the boy watched and waited for answers. The tired sun was setting lower now, and the train was becoming shadowed more so.

"I know what you did." The man answered and gave the teen time to absorb what he'd said.

Edward was lost for words though, who was this guy? How could he possibly know? But he knew his mom too. How?

"I knew Trisha back when she was your age.." The elderly man continued, something felt strange here, the Elric boy couldn't place what it was, but he wanted to know more. "I always enjoyed her company, but you, you tainted her soul which had already been laid to rest."

With this Ed became furious and went to stand but the man kept a firm hold on his shoulder and prevented him from doing so.

"What'dya want huh?" The alchemist growled.

"It's not what I want, it's what you want." The man continued in a raspy voice. His eyes seemed empty but filled with something that was dark, possibly evil.
The man leaned in even lower to where Ed could feel his breath on the shell of his ear. "I can get it back...your brother's body."

Amber eyes shot open wide in shock and brimmed with tears at such a hopeful lie. His heart was too crushed to fight, so he simply turned around and sat once again with his back to his seat. But the warm breath of the mans voice met his ear again in a whisper.

"All I ask, is that you accept my terms, and I can get it back for you, I swear on my very life."

Edward wanted nothing more than to believe him and know that it was true, but there was no way some old guy could fix his mistake. He didn't want him to, he wanted to fix what he'd done himself.

"If you give me something of equivalent exchange, I will give his body back to him, he will wake up with his own flesh and blood. He will have his taste, his smell, his clear sight without the blockade of armor."

The man couldn't see it but Edward's eyes were glassed over as he looked out as the last bit of sun fell behind the edge of the world. Casting a beautiful array of golden orange, and pink, with some strands of red wispy clouds.

"To be able to sleep, to feel the comfort of his pillow at night, to remember what it's like to swallow food, or feel the warmth of embrace..." The man went on as he broke through all of the boys walls. The teen knew what his brother had lost that night, it was everything. "I can give it back, I promise you that..if you will only give me one thing.."

Ed looked back at him with heartbroken wet eyes.

"W..What do you want?" The alchemist asked, and hoped to God, if there was one, that he wasn't a fool.

"All I want, is a fragment of your soul."

Ed looked confused and looked down as he pondered if what the man said was true. The night was becoming starry and the last few shallow beams of light faded away from the suns reign and the light of the moon was beginning to cast its cool essence down to the pale skin of Edward.

"How..?" He asked the man with a shaky voice.

"If you come with me after you get off in Central, I will help you. They say that the problem with promises is that when you've made one, it's bound to be broken. And at the edge of despair, lies a clarity in which one is almost happy...so why not accept this wing of grace.."

In his broken state of mind today, having just visited his mothers grave, and having had the man describe all of the things Alphonse had been without all these years, he wiped his eyes and nodded.

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