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Just doodling... got this little picture of this in my head, and it wanted out NOW. Sort of alittle story idea... Were Ed and Al are sent back to Amestris, just before the gate is destroyed, to right the balance b/w worlds.
*Story*
The old, dented armour sat in the grass, small animals surrounding it. The sound of laughter filled the air, as four young children ran towards the old suit.
"H-h-hheeeey! Dad said i could play in it firrrst!" Wined a young girl with bright blond hair and cool golden eyes.
"Well, dad's not here, is he, Trish?" Sneered a boy, two years her elder, with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"Your so mean to her Dan." Said another boy, with the same hair and eyes of Trish. "Dad would spank you and put you in time out if he knew."
Trish grinned at the boy happily. "Thanks En"
En smiled. "We twins have to stick together, huh?"
Trailing behind them, the youngest of the group, was aboy with Mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes. In his hand he held an old stuffed cat.
"Come on Ely!!" Trish called. "Unlce Al wants us to get the head and bring it back as fats as possible!"
Ely hung back, eyes filled with doubt. "Daddy told me to leave it alone. He said you shouldn't touch it either."
"Well, thats why Uncle Al is your dad and not mine!"
Running through the grass laughing, the group of children rached the decript pile of old armour, unaware of the story it had to tell and the life it had onced lived... now just a forgotten relic in an old backwoods town...

(Just a little story, nothing special. hoped you enjoyed it.)

Description
Just doodling... got this little picture of this in my head, and it wanted out NOW. Sort of alittle story idea... Were Ed and Al are sent back to Amestris, just before the gate is destroyed, to right the balance b/w worlds.
*Story*
The old, dented armour sat in the grass, small animals surrounding it. The sound of laughter filled the air, as four young children ran towards the old suit.
"H-h-hheeeey! Dad said i could play in it firrrst!" Wined a young girl with bright blond hair and cool golden eyes.
"Well, dad's not here, is he, Trish?" Sneered a boy, two years her elder, with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"Your so mean to her Dan." Said another boy, with the same hair and eyes of Trish. "Dad would spank you and put you in time out if he knew."
Trish grinned at the boy happily. "Thanks En"
En smiled. "We twins have to stick together, huh?"
Trailing behind them, the youngest of the group, was aboy with Mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes. In his hand he held an old stuffed cat.
"Come on Ely!!" Trish called. "Unlce Al wants us to get the head and bring it back as fats as possible!"
Ely hung back, eyes filled with doubt. "Daddy told me to leave it alone. He said you shouldn't touch it either."
"Well, thats why Uncle Al is your dad and not mine!"
Running through the grass laughing, the group of children rached the decript pile of old armour, unaware of the story it had to tell and the life it had onced lived... now just a forgotten relic in an old backwoods town...

(Just a little story, nothing special. hoped you enjoyed it.)