Hello readers! PLEASE READ MY STORY "TWO OF A KIND" BEFORE YOU READ THIS. THIS IS THE SEQUEL SERIES. If you haven't read 'Two of a Kind' yet, please go on my profile and read that first. If you read this series first, it probably won't make sense. By the way, sorry this is such a short chapter. I was so excited to get out my new story that I sort of rushed. I don't think the quality of the chapter was affected though. Also, I just skipped the entire time of Wendy traveling to Xing. I just went strait to her being in Xing. I thought that it would help with pacing. I'm going to start out this series pretty slow. Please review, it really helps me. Thanks for reading!

Wendy Havoc walked through the streets of Xing. Every step she took, she felt so ashamed. She felt so…out of place. Everywhere she looked, she saw people with pale skin, black hair, and dark eyes.

She continued on anyways.

Wendy had managed to walk through the part of town where many of the little shops and vendors were.

"Buy this product! Buy it fresh and hot!" shouted many vendors, all in Xingese.

That's another thing. It had been so long since she had spoken the language, but thank goodness she remembered a good portion of it.

Suddenly, a female shopkeeper shoved a necklace in her face and yelled, "Fine jewelry! Best prices in town! Buy, buy, buy!" she yelled.

"No thank you." Wendy replied, pushing away the jewelry.

Then she politely took another look at the necklace.

It was a thin chain, with a small yellow stone charm hanging on it. The stone was beautiful. It was a gorgeous caramel-yellow color.

Wendy smiled. She had no idea why she was so attracted to the color, but she loved it. She was even tempted to buy it, but she knew that she had to save up her money as best as she could.

Eventually, she waved goodbye to the woman and continued on her way.

Her plan was to check out into a hotel for the night, and then head towards the mountains the next morning.

Her master had a large dojo-like house built into the sides of one of the mountains deep in the mountain range. It was in such a hidden location on purpose. He didn't want the wrong person to find his home.

The dojo had been passed through his family for generations. His father trained many students in the art of alchehestry, and his father before him, and his father before him. Only Wendy's master broke the chain and only trained one student at a time. Also, instead of teaching alchehestry, he preferred alchemy, which he learned when he lived in Amestris for twenty years. The dojo had many rooms, including two separate bathing rooms with different separate showers for each student.

Wendy remembered what the place looked like very vividly. She remembered where each room was, how each room was set up, and even how each room smelled.

She was very excited to see her master again. He was the only person in her childhood that cared for her after her brother died. She was shunned by her entire family (except for Jean), and they all hated her. Her Aunt Rhaven especially.

She remembered the day she met her Master as if it was yesterday.

Wendy's stomach ached. She hadn't eaten for…three…four days? She couldn't even remember. She had completely given up. It was only a mere three weeks ago that she had run away from her Aunt. She had escaped at night, and ran as far as she could in the pitch blackness.

Wendy had somehow ended up in a strange town that she had never seen before. She was leaning up against a trash can, placed near an alleyway. Half of her body was in the light of the town, and half was in the darkness of the alley. She hoped, and prayed that someone, anyone, would give her food, or even a small amount of money.

She had thought about stealing food or money, but when she thought it over she decided that she wasn't worth it. She didn't deserve to steal something to benefit herself. She was completely convinced that she was worthless. Wendy thought that the only thing she deserved was to die by slowly rotting away from hunger and thirst.

Then, walking along the street, she saw the man that would forever change her life.

The gentle afternoon sun light illuminated his pale skin.

Just looking at him you could see he was different than everyone else. All of the Amestrians shuffled when they walked, but he seemed to almost…float. When he walked, he was so graceful and light on his feet. At the same time, he still carried an elegant manliness to him as well. Someone could understandably mistake him for royalty, or someone of very high social status. Yet the smile on his face was humble, and soft.

He kept walking, and Wendy kept her eyes on him the whole time. When he caught sight of her, he stopped in his tracks and looked down at her.

Right before him was a little girl. She had torn, dirty clothes. Her hair was messy and knotted. And to add to that, she was just skin and bones. She had no muscle or meat on her body. She glanced up at him bitterly.

"What are you looking at?" Wendy spat.

He was surprised. Her words were mean, and cold. But her voice was sweet and innocent.

"I'm not sure what I'm looking at," he replied, "Who are you?"

She coughed. "Why do you want to know?"

"I'm not going to hurt you. How old are you? Where are you parents?"

Wendy didn't say a thing. She didn't know this man, nor did she want to. She picked up a small stick from beside her and began drawing with it in a small pile of dirt beside her.

The man watched her very closely as she drew.

He gasped, "Is that a transmutation circle? Do you know how to do alchemy?"

She wearily nodded. "Yes. My brother taught me some."

"If you're not going to tell me about yourself, will you at least tell me what you know about alchemy?" he asked happily.

"Yeah, sure. I don't know very much. But I can do this." She said.

She lifted her hands, and clapped. There was a small bolt of blue light, and the pile of dirt sculpted into the shape of a dog.

"That's all I know how to do. I've been trying to learn what transmutation circles do, but I haven't quite figured it out yet."

His eyes were wide, and slightly scared. "You can transmute without a circle?" Then he lowered his voice and narrowed his eyes, "What happened to you?"

She frowned, and lifted up her right sleeve.

The metal of her arm glinted.

His face tightened, and his eyes softened.

He knew exactly what happened.

"My name is Enlai Liu, but from now on you will call me Master, or Sensei." He said firmly.

Wendy nodded, and then coughed. A thin line of red liquid streamed down her chin.

He bent down and scooped her up into his arms. Her body was so fragile, and light.

It wasn't like Wendy could refuse to go with him. She was too weak to fight him, plus she was only twelve years old.

So, her master eventually brought her to Xing, where she trained until she was fourteen. They grew very close over the two years they spent together. She learned a lot about alchemy, and even some things about Xingese culture. Her master treated her like she was his own daughter. He'd never gotten as close to any of his students as he did to Wendy. He was the missing father figure in her life, and it helped fulfill her need for a loving dad. He had always wanted a child of his own, but he never found a wife. So, Wendy made him happy as well. He was heart broken when she left to go back to Amestris. However, she knew that he would welcome her back into open, loving arms.

She soon found the place she was looking for. The hotel. It was a deep lavender building with a faded golden frame.

Wendy walked into the front lobby. It smelt like cleaning supplies and good food.

She strolled up to the front counter and smiled at the woman.

She smiled back. She looked like a typical Xingese girl. She did, however, look a bit young to be working at a hotel. She couldn't be older than sixteen. Her raven hair was pulled up into a simple updo, which was decorated with small sparkly pins.

"Hello. Welcome to the "Pride of Xing" hotel! How may I assist you?" she asked, grinning.

"I'd like to rent a room for one night. How much will that be?" Wendy said.

Then Wendy furrowed her eyebrows. "Wait…were you just speaking in Amestrian?"

The woman grinned even wider. "Yes! I immediately recognized you as an Amestrian. I don't know very much of the language, but I know some. I've always been fascinated with their culture. It's my dream to visit there some day. What is it like there? By the way, my name is Kim."

Wendy thought for a moment. "I suppose it's a nice country. But recently there's been a lot of corruption and conspiracies brewing. If you're going to travel there, I'd suggest not doing so for awhile."

"Hmm. That's interesting. I've always thought of it as a calm, happy country. Anyways, please fill out this paper so I can get you a room." Kim said, now speaking Xingese.

Wendy scribbled her name on the paper, and filled out a few other things. She paid her with the little bit of Xingese money she had on her, (All the rest of her money was Amestrian) and then grabbed her key.

Kim told her her room number, and then waved goodbye.

This isn't so bad…is it? Xing seems really nice. Hopefully by the end of the day tomorrow I'll be with my Master. It's going to be exciting to tell him all about what's happened since I returned to Amestris. Wendy thought.

She came to her room, and struggled for a few minutes trying to find out how to use her odd-looking key to unlock the door.

When she was finally able to get it open, she slowly walked in and smiled. The room was mostly of a beige and white color scheme, and there was a small bed in the middle of the room.

She flopped down onto the bed, and her head hit a small, slightly hard object on her pillow. She sat up, and examined it.

It was a small circular piece of chocolate wrapped in shiny golden foil. On the foil was the Xingese character that meant "Welcome".

Later on in the night, she ordered a small plate of food, took a bath, and then turned into bed early.

She tried falling asleep fast, but her mind kept her awake.

Wendy still tasted Edward on her lips.

She growled and shook her head violently. She ran her hands through her messy hair. Her ring got caught in the tangled strands, but she managed to pull it out.

I'm not going to think about him. I'm not.

Then, her eyes started leaking, and she let out muffled whimpers as she dug her face into her pillow.

She missed him. She missed his golden eyes. She missed his laugh, his smile, and his warmth.

All she wanted in the entire world at that moment was to cuddle in his arms.

But she knew she couldn't.

A heavy pain throbbed in her chest.

She might never be able to be with him, ever. No matter how hard she tried, it was a great possibility that they could never see each other again. She knew this all too well.

And it killed her inside.

But that was a price she might have to pay.

Equivalent Exchange.