Chapter Text
Three figures lurked in an alleyway, watching the time go by on a small wristwatch. Maren, the only girl, would be headed in for her examination to become a state alchemist on just 30 minutes. She was 12 years old, which they figured might put her at a disadvantage, but they needed to try. Her twin brother, Elian, had put up an argument the night before that she shouldn't be the one putting herself in that kind of danger. They had no idea how the officials would react upon seeing an Ishvalan trying to join their military. Kael, the eldest by only a year, also voiced his anxieties but knew trying to stop the girl would be futile.
"It's time," Maren stated, pushing herself up, "I don't think it'll take too long, so you can wait here on the steps."
She put on her shades and set off. Only a half block away and up several steps, Maren entered the building and stepped up to the desk, "I'm here for the examination - Maren Velky."
It only took a moment but she was soon standing in a large room surrounded by officials and standing proudly before her was none other than King Bradley. She watched as he eyed her, anxiety rising, until he spoke.
"Automail, I see." earning a nod as she looked to her hand.
"A result of the war on Ishval." This was followed by a deafening silence as everyone exchanged uncomfortable glances, "But that isn't why I'm here, as I'm sure you know, sir."
With a nod, Bradley told her to go ahead. Bringing her hands together, Maren took a deep breath. As her hands reached the floor, a vibrant flourish of light filled the room and as it faded it revealed figures of several men she remembered from when she and her brother fled their home. While the others took a few steps away, Bradley stood strong while taking in her creations, "No circle needed. It appears we have two impression young people here today. I wish you luck, Maren."
With that he left the room and she continued on and successfully passed.
She was told she'd be serving under Colonel Mustang, the flame alchemist. Despite the rush of memories of older Ishvalans telling her of all their adversaries, this names in particular being a common mention, she kept even nerves.
_to be continued_