I haven't figured out a pairing yet but I have a few toss up pairs in mind. This will include Greed's Gang for a few chapters. This is the Prologue so it's pretty short. I hope that you'll give this story a chance, if you enjoyed it that's awesome! If you have anything to criticise then please let me know. I'm grateful for any help people are willing to give, thank you for taking the time to read this.

Disclaimer : I only own my OC and some original plot points. I'm going to work into the next chapter as it's taking place before the events of Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood (I will be basing it off the anime of FMAB)

That's all continue reading on :)

Gunshots filled the air as soldiers marched through the streets of our once holy land, leaving a path of destruction behind them. The Desert sand had become soaked with the blood of our once proud race and the winds carried away the screams of my people. The bodies of Men, Women and Children littered the streets as they reached their final resting place. In my young life so far I've only known a world filled with sadness, death, grief, agony,pain and suffering. As the World around us grew darker with each passing day, I watched through the window as they stepped over the bodies of the fallen, their eyes held no tears, their faces baring no emotion. This conflict had taken its toll on all of us.

"Please come away from the window Young One."

A gentle hand fell on my shoulder, trying to provide some form of comfort in this world of unwavering pain. Her eyes held sorrow but also kindness, in a time of only turmoil this woman from Amestris was showing my people kindness.

"Yes, Miss Rockbell."

Stepping out into the hall I mustered a small smile towards her, the kindness she has shown towards my people was something to admire, when they speak of the heroes from this conflict her name and her Husband's will not be mentioned, but to us, to the Ishvalan they where like angels, helping us cling to our lives, giving us the chance to fight for them.

"Thank you."

I was quiet as her face turned confused. Maybe she didn't understand but I knew deep she knew what I had meant. They never abandoned us, two doctors from Amestris, our greatest enemy, the ones destroying our holy land right outside the door, yet they tried to save us, to save as many of us as they could. They didn't care about races or religious beliefs, they just wanted to do their job. They wanted to save lives not take them and for that we were truly grateful.

As I walk away from her, down the dimly lit hallway, I smelt the stench of blood and death and sadness, mothers crying for the sons they had lost, women crying for the children they would not bear and children crying for the parents that were not longer there to comfort them. This conflict was cruel and painful. Some had bore deep hatred for those in Amestris, while other could find some form of forgiveness but I was numb now.

I had already cried all the tears that I could. I had already lost my father and mother to what was happening outside the very walls I hid behind, I had been given a chance to seek a full life, one without conflict or hatred, to live side by side with those who are attacking us now. As I stood before the door, that life looks so far away.

"Are you not going in Young One?"

A older woman stood before me as a young boy clung to her side, her face was gentle and trusting.

"Maybe."

As I turn and walk away down the hallway, I hear the horror of the screams coming from inside the hospital room. I knew that voice, I knew that sound. I ran, pumping all of my strength into my legs as I rushed to the door. I pulled it open, I saw their bodies laying there against the cold, hard ground. As the sobs of patients fill the room, I felt tears roll down my face as I rushed to their side. Their bodies were covered in blood, their fingers gripping tightly onto the picture of their daughter.

Anger flooded through me as I ran through the crumbling streets, forgetting the worry of this torn apart land. I heard the shots ring out but I wouldn't stop, maybe at that moment I wanted to die, maybe the guilt was to much, why didn't they get to live? Asking myself the question I already knew the answer. The World was just cold and cruel, and like to crush any shred of happiness and hope.

As my body fell against the Desert sand, my blood and sadness soaking it, I felt the warm rays of the Sun beating down against my skin. This was the end. Thirteen years of my life over and gone within the blink of an eye.

Closing mine for the final time, I breathed in the comforting Desert breeze that had swept across the sand, I was ready to accept my Fate.

"Hey Boss, look over there."

A women's voice echoed across the desert as shadows began to close in. If I didn't die from blood loss, they would surely kill me for the sake of killing.

"It's just some half dead kid."

A finger pressed against my cheek, it was soft and warm against my cold skin. I waited for the final impact, but it didn't come.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

A mans voice scoffed as the woman let out an irritated sigh.

"She could be useful. Look, she's Ishvalan."

The woman's voice sounded cold but pleading, did she not want to leave me here to die in the desert?

"I want everything you can possibly imagine, I want Money and Women, Power and Sex, Status and Glory. I'm Greed the Avaricious and we don't have time to baby sit some beat up child.

Digging my nails into the tough Desert sands, I dragged myself towards the woman kneeling beside me.

"I won't give up here, for my People, for them, I will not give in to the fate of death, I won't."

I knew that survival may only be fleeting, but as I clung desperately to my life I asked myself, could I really just give up here, to give myself over to nothing?

"Come on then kid."

As the sand crunched beneath their feet and the shadows that had once gathered around me began to fade I felt a pair of soft hands lift me onto someone's back.

"You better hold on tight kid."

The woman's voice echoed in my ears as the tears spilled from my eyes, I owed them what little life I had left.

Recovering from the devastation of the Holy Land took a while, but as my wounds healed I trained and strengthened my body, I learnt the names of those who had saved me.

Bido

Martel

Roa

Dolcetto

Ulchi

And Greed.

As we stayed together, trained together, survived together we had slowly become a somewhat dysfunctional family. As the years began to pass us all by, we had finally found somewhere we could call home.

"Man Greed what a total dump, the Devil's Nest? More like the Devil's Piss Hole."