The Girl From Ishval

War

She looked around frantically, watching from her home as both Amestrians and Ishvalans ran past. She kept looking at the back door, hoping and praying that her father would return. Even at such a young age she wondered why on earth she was praying. Unlike most Ishvalans she and her father weren't very religious. 

Considering at her young age she can only know what she is taught, she didn't even know much of the Ishvalan religion. Her father had told her before that he was never really as religious as everyone else, but he respected what they believed all the same, and he would never refer to their beliefs in a God stupid or irrational. 

She grew to follow the same path, turning to alchemy along with her father instead of going by the religious teachings. 

As soldiers got closer to their home during this war, he had gone to speak with someone, taking her into some other empty home, telling her to stay put unless she absolutely had to leave. Her white hair was now dirty, ruffled and messy looking where she and her father had ran far from their own home and to this one she now sat in, alone. 

She heard gunshots for the umpteenth time, covering her ears and curling up into a corner. Tears streamed down her face. She could hear yelling from both sides, and she could hear cries of pain, usually after a gunshot rang out or an explosion sent people and pieces of buildings and a few chunks of the ground flying. 

She had been grazed by a bullet earlier that day, as she and her father narrowly escaped the Amestrians. She had looked back, terrified. Her bright red eyes had been wide with fear, and she only calmed down and stopped crying when a large Amestrian soldier stopped his comrades. 

He had been yelling at them, all of them yelling back. She had noticed that this man sounded like he would cry as he screamed at the other soldiers. She was glad that not all of them were willing to cause this much pain. She was comforted by the fact that not all of them even wanted to be there, glad that some would much rather give themselves up if it meant stopping the war. 

Suddenly, as she remembered the big man from earlier that day, her father ran in, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out. "I don't want to go out there again!" Ula exclaimed, pulling her wrist away from her father, who looked as scared as she was. 

"We have to go, I'm sorry but if we don't it'll only be worse, okay? I'm sorry, I know you're scared," he said, wrapping his arms around her, carrying her out instead. As he ran between buildings, sometimes running into one quickly, he set Ula down, and she ran with him. 

She saw a place where the others were escaping, and they sped up. She saw the large man from before, and smiled, waving at him, tears going down her face. 

So close, we'll be safe, we're so close! She thought. 

But in a few moments, all of that happiness was immediately taken away. 

She a gunshot ring out, a single shot. She felt her father pull her to the ground. 

However, he hadn't pulled her. His weight had merely brought her down along with his dead body. The second she saw the blood on his face, she screamed, tears running down her face as she shook him, hoping he would get up. When Major Armstrong saw her, and her dead father, he ran up, picking her up and pulling her away. 

He ran to the opening he left the Ishvalans as Ula cried in his arms. He looked around frantically, hoping no other soldier would notice this, knowing the Ishvalans would be shot, including the girl in his arms. He could also be court-martialed, but he didn't care about that. 

"It's going to be okay, please, quiet down," he pleaded. Ula finally stopped crying, burying her face in his chest. 

One woman escaping saw Ula's father, running up to Armstrong when she saw Ula. She got her from Armstrong, thanking him before running with the others. 

And then, things got worse. 

Armstrong felt someone hovering, and when he turned, it was Kimblee. 

His eyes were wide, praying that Kimblee wouldn't harm the escaped Ishvalans, but he knew that was a pointless prayer. Kimblee of course intended to cause an explosion that'd be a miracle to survive. 

When some Ishvalans spotted him, seeing Armstrong begging Kimblee not to hurt them, to let them escaped, they stopped.

They had no idea that that would be a mistake. 

Ula's eyes went wide when she saw the symbols on his hands. As loud as she could manage, she screamed, "He's a state alchemist! Run!" 

But it was too late to do so, and he caused an explosion, killing many. 

It also left Ula with only one arm...

A/N

I'm sorry that her name made such a huge change. I had picked "Zira" before from the top of my head, and now I see that was a bad decision. I meant to pick another "Z" name but out of the German names I looked at, the only good one I found was Zelma, and I didn't like it that much. I used German names because from what I've seen, Edward and Alphonse are apparentally German names (idk if it's true that's just what I've been told and what I've seen others state online.) So yeah, I actually tried being accurate with her name this go-round. I know it's quite a big jump from the previous OC, but the change needed to be made.