Before Trisha died, Edward had another interest besides alchemy. Guitar. With a strum of his fingers, he could bring forth a beautiful sound from the secondhand instrument he held. After she died, however, the guitar was never taken from its case and was eventually burnt along with the house. Now, years later, Alphons...
Edward is sent to war. He lives through it, but is plagued by the memories. Sometimes he wonders if he should have just died. Sometimes he wonders if he should just off himself.
At twelve, nearly thirteen, Edward Elric was sent to war. They said he had to fight... But they didn't say he had to live.
(DISCLAIMER: This fanfic has elements that strongly relate to a similar story called 'Morphed', by WrathandRain. Check it out, as it is amazing and they used the general beginning far more effectively than me.) Edward has been missing for just over a month, with no leads to his whereabouts in all of that time. People...
Twenty-eight. That's how old Edward Elric was when the bullet that finally killed him was fired from the barrel of a rifle. However, when he appears in front of Truth, despite having given his portal up long ago, Edward is faced with a dilemma. Pass on...or start over?