Author's Note: I did this eons ago and forgot to upload it to . Until now. The chapters are sort of short and should be longer really, but I wrote this when I was just beginning to write, so!
Hope you enjoy.
1.
Winry was leaning on the windowsill, staring out at the moonlit sky. Her full name was really Winerella, but she hated being called that. It sounded ridiculous! What the hell had her parents been thinking... She jumped as something pulled at her ragged skirt, but as she looked down, all she saw was a chocolate-brown cat looking up at her with his big, glistening brown eyes. It was only Alphonse, the kitchen cat. She smiled softly and bend down to pick him up.
"What do you want now, Al?" Winry asked, laughing and cradling him in her arms. The cat purred, closing his eyes contently, his tail flicking. She laughed again, carrying him through the do-
"Idiot! Watch where you're going!"
Winry was shoved to the floor, Alphonse shooting out of her arms and running away. Looking up into the face of her step-sister, Winry frowned a little and shook her head, before pushing herself up. Her step-sister tutted and kicked her aside, strutting past her. Shooting a glare at her step-sister's back, Winry stood up once again and brushed herself off, knowing it wouldn't make much difference to her dirt-stained dress anyway. She hated having to live with her step-sister... She hated that there were two of them even more. Her two sisters, Envila and Greedila. They were... well. Two complete bitches, in Winry's opinion. Nasty, mean, vile and hideously unattractive, her two step-sisters had nothing going for them in life - apart from being able to repulse any human with proper eyesight just by appearing by them. Winry hated every inch of them, especially the way they made her live; they did everything they could to make her life a complete hell. All she did was work, work and... more work. They lived in a pretty big house, a mansion in fact - Winry's father had been a successful doctor, and so had her mother. But when Winry's mother died, her father had remarried a woman named Lustria, under the spell of her immense beauty. Unfortunatley, her beautiful exterior had only been skin deep, and she was really an evil soul, only intent on gaining her father's money, and not his love. They had two daughters - Winry's step-sisters, who hadn't gained any of their mother's beauty, only her personality - before Winry's father mysteriously died. Lustria had also died, in a fire a few years ago, leaving Winry to fend for herself with her two step-sisters. Since then, Winry's life had been hell, thanks to her hideous step-sisters. They were incredibly jealous of her beauty and talent for mechanics, although of course, they never told her that. They just made it obvious that they hated every inch of her.
Edward was leaning on the windowsill, sighing at the usual boring moonlit sky. The town below the castle was lit up with small cottages, and the occasional mansion. The day after tomorrow was his birthday, and also the grand ball to celebrate such an event. The Prince's Birthday Ball- but it he wasn't just any age. He was finally the dreaded sixteen, the age when he would have to find a girl to marry, to become the future queen. He had been dreading this birthday for many years; He still hadn't found a girl he actually liked- They were all too.. girly. And boring. All the same. He hated the way they followed him, staring at his blonde hair and matching golden eyes, attempting to make him notice them. Sometimes he'd humour them, just to try and see if they were any different to all the rest - but they never were.