Hello one and all. I should be focusing on my other fan fictions but I just saw episode 61 of FMA brotherhood and brought volume 21, so I am currently on a Pride/Selim rampage. That evil devil child dose not get enough love. I'm also writing this to ease the pain of waiting for the last episodes of Brotherhood/able to buy more mangas. I swear if I hear anymore about chapter 108 I'm going to crawl into a hole so that I wont be tempted to spoil myself.

Well, enough of my rant, here's the first chapter of Broken Mirror.

Disclaimer: Don't own Full metal alchemist, brotherhood, or any other amazing series with the initials FMA.

Prologue

Selim Bradley couldn't sleep. He had been asleep about ten minutes ago, but because of that terrible dream, he had woken up, and now he was unable to return. He considered going to his mother, but didn't want to seem childish. He was eight years old now, and the president's son! He didn't need to be crawling to mommy every time he had a bad dream.

Selim shuddered under the covers again, and started to reconsider eight really being that old. Pulling the blankets closer, he tried to tell himself it was only a dream, just like every other time. He figured he should be used to the shadowy tentacles and nightmarish eyes and teeth that invaded his sleep more and more, but every time it was always the same. He'd have the dream, go running to his mother, and then everything would be okay. Not tonight though, tonight he was going to rough it out alone, and be brave for once.

Glancing towards his window the young boy saw that the sun was already beginning to rise, and let out a sigh of relief. The dream always became just that, a dream, once the sun rose and light filled his home once again. He knew that he would be able to spend the night without running to his mother, and suddenly became much more confident in himself. First he would overcome this childish fear, then he would be able to tell himself that he could overcome any other obstacle that came his way.

Pushing the covers off himself and trying to make the least amount of sound possible, young Selim made his way over to his bookcase. Just barely able to pick out the titles in the darkness, he grabbed one entitled Basics to Alchemy. It was his goal to study alchemy and become a state alchemist, in order to help his father.

Lighting a candle Selim sat by his window, trying to get as much light as possible. He wasn't tired anymore, now hyped on energy only a determined child could posses. Rereading parts he already had the eight year old tried to understand the complex terms and theories of alchemy. People had always said he was a bright boy, and he wanted to prove them right, and not just get the complements because his father was the president.

Several hours later Selim woke up, his head in the book and not able to remember when he had fallen asleep in the first place. The sun was fully up now, and Selim blew out what remained of the candle, not hardly anything more then a stub of wick in a puddle of wax.

Walking downstairs he saw his mother was already awake, she usually was. Smiling brightly, Selim ran up to her.

"Hello mother! Is father working today?" He asked, hoping the answer would be in the negative.

"Good morning Selim. I'm afraid he is, but don't worry, he promised to come home early for your special day," Mrs. Bradley said, giving her son a reassuring smile. Selim blinked a few times, not understanding what his mother had meant at first, but his smile came back full force once it sunk in.

He couldn't believe he had forgotten! It was June 9th! His birthday, and better yet, mother had said that father was going to come home early just for him! The now nine year old could barely contain his excitement as his mother ushered him towards his breakfast.

He babbled endlessly during the whole meal. When would father be home? Did she know what he'd gotten him? Could he visit father beforehand? Would there be cake? His mother simply laughed at his borage of questions, but he didn't really mind. He would find out soon enough anyway.

After breakfast Selim headed back to his room to get changed. Glancing at his bed, the black haired boy noticed his alchemy book still lying in his sheets, open. Picking it up, he placed it back onto his book shelf. He would finish reading that later. Today was his birthday, he had way too many things to do besides study.

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There you have it. The beginning of Broken Mirror. Please tell me what you think so far, this is the first new FMA fanfic I've done in about two years, so I hope I've gotten better and not rusty. Well please review.