Prologue

Hohenheim of light paced back and forth in the Rockbell's living room. Today was supposed to be a nice afternoon meal with family friends but those plans went out the door when his wife suddenly went into labor. Which was very very convenient considering the Rockbells were the only doctors in all of Resembool (sp???? Is that how you spell it??? Please somebody tell me before I go insane…wait I'm actually writing this so I guess I already am). Still listening to his wife's labor pains with their first child was driving him mad with worry.

Finally the cries of a newborn spit the air. Excited calls of "it's a boy" echoed the halls before the simultaneous gasps of the Rockbell women. Pinako emerged from the bedroom carrying a bundle.

"How's Trisha?" the alchemist burst out.

"She's fine and resting, but I think you should take a look at this." The aging woman unrolled the blanket around the infant revealing his stomache.

"But this is…"

"I know."