A/U: Scar fanfic *Drools*! I don't know if I'll continue with this one, it's a pretty cute one shot. A few notes, don't care that Ishvala's prolly a dude, if I continue with this he needs to be a she. Also, this is starting BEFORE the Ishval extermination. Several years before. Finally, enjoy. Reviews are apreciated and necessary (I'll hunt you down if you don't!)

A young Ishvalan man wandered into the moonlit desert. His footsteps were deliberate and fast-paced, wanting to keep up his body heat in the night. The man never wandered too far, just so that his hometown was barely in sight. He liked silence and serenity when he trained. Sometimes, he would simply enjoy this silence. Always, he would train to better himself in hopes of serving his Goddess and bretheren as a warrior monk. Ishvala granted all of her children life, purpose, and soul. Souls that were contained in their names. To honor his name, this young man would become a guardian to those of his red-eyed brothers who could not protect themselves.

Tonight, though, his mind was plagued with thoughts other than of his Goddess. He had recently overheard his brother purchasing books from a Xingese merchant on Xingese alkehestry. Alkehestry, another name for alchemy! Such crimes against their Eternal Mother were banned for a reason. His brother stated that it was purely curiousity, but no. These things were meant to be left be. Soon his brother would begin speaking of the uses of alchemy, soon he would begin experimenting in it, saying that he could improve Ishvala's creations. Why changes something as simple and pure as water? Life itself and all things around us are just like water. Pure. Simple. Yet so very necessary. Why can Brother not see that?

Slowly, he began to vent his frustrations through training. As he stretched in preparation, he observed the stars. It was said that when Angels died, they became stars. Angels, Ishvala's servants, sent here to watch over her children. So many stars littered the sky, the man wondered just how many stars were up there. How many souls were lost protecting us? How many more would be lost? The young man chuckled softly. He put too much thought into words said. Angels were most likely just a myth. We were given what we needed by our Mother. Now it was up to us to use it to properly and survive on our own. Another reason why alchemy went against Ishvala.

The man began his training. First were push-ups. Already his arms were muscular and overly strong. In fact, most of his muscles were like that. There was always room to improve, though. Always the man strived to be better. After his arms began to burn with exhaustion, he layed his body into the sand for a short rest. Laughing, he observed the stars once more. A child's tale, perhaps, but nonetheless entertaining, and somehow comforting. His body was covered with sweat (Which picked up copeous amounts of sand), but he persisted. His abs pulled him up into a sitting position and the muscles in his backslowly lowered him down. With each sit-up, he caught a glimpse of the lanscape. The desert held nothing in the direction he was facing. Just endless sand. Where he sat, the ground was reasonably solid. As the desert expanded beyond the town, it slowly grew more unstable and held more sand. Dunes began to form several yards away from the young man. He viewed the landscape with satisfaction and ease. Nothing was there to distract him. All it brought him was peace. His stomach screamed for rest, but he went for more. Just one more, he told his sore body, then you can rest. When he sat up, he froze, instantly forgetting his pain. A small figure struggled across the dune. It stumbled forward and began to slip down the dune.

Immediately, the young man jumped into action. The person had fallen and appeared unable to get up. Perhaps it was an elderly person? Or a weary traveler, unaccustomed to the weather? Or….

An infants cry sounded out in the night. The young man approached a small, cloaked figure holding a baby wrapped in cloth. White hair spilled from the hood, but the obvious girl figure remained hidden. Taking a step closer, the man struggled for a view of her face. She recoiled in fear, pulling the child as far from him as possible.

The man stepped back. "I…. am not going to hurt you. Please, I just want to help." The girl did not move. "You do not believe me, do you?" She shook her head hesitantly. "That is fine, I guess. Do you mind sharing with me your name?" Not sure of whether she was an Ishvalan* or not, he asked this question cautiously.

She lifted her face and met her eyes with his. She was not Ishvalan. Her eyes shone with red, yes, but there were many more colors splayed out through her irises. Each time her head move slightly, the colors changed. The girl did not answer his question. Distrust and fear showed in her rainbow eyes. He decided to make the first move.

"I am called Angel."

Welp, that's that! Lemme know if you want more. I think I will, I had fun writing this. : )

*I decided that since Ishvalan's names are so important to them, they only tell them to people they deem trustworthy enough or whatever.

**Also, Scar/Angel may seem a lil off, but he hasn't killed anyone yet and hasn't watched innocent people be massacred, so I figured he be differentish. Hope I captured him enough.

Any reviews would be VERY welcome! :D