Hey. So chrobinprompts on tumblr had some stuff floating around about a FMA!AU with Lucina and Morgan taking the place of Ed and Al. I thought it would be fun to write, so here we go.

Prologue – Eyes

It was like there were a million eyes glaring at her. She'd never been more terrified.

"LUCINA!"

She didn't know where this place was, or why she was there. All she could remember was a darkened basement and a chalk circle. At the centre of the circle was the bowl with all the ingredients they had needed.

"Just… just stay calm! It'll be fine!"

The ingredients needed to play God.

"LUCI! HELP ME!"

It had all been going well. They knelt together at the edge of the circle. They placed their hands on the chalk and willed the transmutation to activate. Light danced across the circle, over the dish, casting crazed shadows on the walls. Something took shape. It was working.

"It's rebounding! Hold on! I'll fix it! I just need to… need to…"

Then it wasn't. The blue transmutation light turned red and an eye opened up beneath the mixing bowl. Then beside her, her brother started to scream. Probably too late, she noticed that the transmutation had started to rebound. The shape forming distorted.

"I can't move! It hurts!"

She moved to erase the edge of the circle, disrupt the transmutation. It didn't work. Something held her in place. Tiny little hands that seemed to sneak out of every shadow around her. They grasped tightly at her skin and clothes, stopping her from pulling away. Forcing her to complete the bastardized transmutation.

"MORGAN!"

They tore her apart.

"AAAAAAAAAAGHH!"

Then it was black. Then it was white. She was standing somewhere. Behind her was a door. In front of her was a figure that she could not begin to comprehend or describe. The figure spoke to her but she felt disconnected from the events around her. She had to go back to Morgan.

"I am you."

Swallowing her in, the doors opened and millions of shadowy hands dragged her away.

All the while, it felt like a million eyes were glaring at her.

Her eyes widened.

What have I done?

This place where she stood had once been a place where she could not stand without being judged by millions of eyes. It was horrifying how something she had grown to hate was now something she sorely missed. Ironic.

This is all my fault.

The sky was the colour of fire, an angry sun scorching the clouds. She looked up. If there was a god up there, they had forsaken not only her, but her people as well. She screamed.

I should have prevented this.

Desperate to find somebody, she ran down the grand stairs. She ran into the centre of the city. Everything was still. Everything was silent. The thousands of hungry eyes that would normally fall upon her the second she entered this place were gone. It was unsettling.

How could I let this happen?

"Hello."

She turned and her eyes widened.

He hadn't known what to expect when he entered the room. There was a sneaking suspicion in the back of his mind that they'd done the one thing they should have never done. Part of him was expecting to be confronted by that. He just didn't know what he'd see.

A corpse? A blob of chemicals that bound together? A real person?

What he'd seen was a near immeasurable amount of blood and a chalk circle that was surrounded by a scorched floor. He vaguely recognised what the symbols around the circle meant. In all honesty, it made him want to throw up.

How could he have let this happen? His own godchildren?

Somebody had evidently removed the product of their transmutation. He was glad. If he'd seen it, he'd probably have thrown up. There was only one person they could have been trying to bring back. It would have most likely killed him on the inside to see the failure.

Where were they?

He'd let them down. Dammit, he should have prevented them from doing this! Wasn't he supposed to be known as the 'Wary Colonel'? Why hadn't he been able to stop this? Somebody should have come and kept an eye on them. They should have stopped them from doing this. The higher ups would be immediately putting them through trial. He needed to protect them

Of course, the question remained of whether they were alive or not. He dragged his eyes away from that godforsaken chalk circle and to the basement door. He had to find them. That was his priority.

(Special thanks to feverish-demon for sending me ideas for this. I may not be using all of them but they still helped!)