Prologue
She was very young when the dreams started. At first, they were nothing more than glimpses. A head of blonde hair here. Two amber eyes there. Maybe the occasional soft and childish smile. Then, around the age of six, her dreams changed from small glimpses to interactions with the boy that had haunted her mind for so long. She can still clearly remember their first conversation.
"Who are you?"
He looked up over at her from the picture he was drawing with a stick in the dirt. "I'm Edward."
She couldn't help but smile, "I'm Celia."
It was such a short conversation, but something about it comforted Celia Anderson. Over time, the conversations became longer. The two of them started learning every last detail about each other. He told her about science he called alchemy. She would listen with great interest, able to follow along perfectly because she too was a child prodigy. She would tell him about her little sister, Willow; he would speak about his own little brother, Alphonse. Every night, they'd recount everything that would happen to them.
Celia found it something she looked forward to. She didn't have many friends; most people at school called her a freak. To her, Edward was her hero, her knight in shining armor, a shoulder to cry on. She discovered his short temper while he learned about her shy disposition. There was no stranger friendship.
Still, a friendship it was. Many years passed as they became closer and closer. She was there for him when his mother died, when he met his teacher. She was even the first person aside from Alphonse he had told about his plans to do human transmutation. Something about it didn't seem right to Celia and she tried to persuade him from it. He didn't listen. The next time she had seen him, he was without an arm or a leg. She didn't comment on it, simply comforted him.
Then, the dreams suddenly stopped. Celia was heartbroken. She would fall asleep and not a single dream would come to her. To make things worse, things at school were becoming even more rocky. The twelve year old girl could barely handle the bullying thrown at her. She blocked out everyone, including her constantly bickering parents. The only person she kept close to her was Willow, her kid sister by two years.
Her parents separated. Their father got Willow and their mother, Celia. Celia was forced to stay in the town she hated so much. She wanted some kind of comfort, anything. That was when she found it.
Fullmetal Alchemist.
When she watched it, she couldn't help but think of Edward, the boy she had been friends with in her dreams. She thought it must have only been a coincidence, but she knew it wasn't. Everything matched her memory perfectly. It was almost too much for her to bear. She wanted so badly to go away from this world and into the world of FMA, just to be with Edward again; to be with the one person aside from Willow that had made her happy.
And, on her sixteenth birthday, that wish came true.
