In the quiet study of their Resembool home, Edward Elric was raised on a secret. While his brother Alphonse played with blocks, Edward learned two dead languages from his parents. He was taught the elegant, eternal script of Xerxes from his father, a king's legacy carried in his golden eyes. And from his mother, he learned the resilient, faith-driven tongue of Ishval, a heritage marked in his features.
He was the heir. The keeper. The bridge between two fallen worlds.
His father's last words to him were a command: "Protect your brother. Be a better man for me." It was a promise Edward sealed with his entire soul.
But the night they tried to undo their greatest sin, the Gate did more than just take his leg. It judged him, found the danger in his mixed blood, and erased it. Edward awakens with skin as pale as any Amestrian's, the last trace of his mother's heritage wiped from his face. Now, he is a living paradox: the sole keeper of two traditions, wearing a face that belongs to neither.
Terrified his father will return to see a son who has allowed his mother's legacy to be erased, Edward buries his heritage deeper than ever. He performs secret rituals and prays in languages no one around him can understand, all while his brother Alphonse remains blissfully unaware, his own memories of Edward's appearance magically altered by the Gate.
But you can't run from a legacy written in your blood. As Edward's quest for the Philosopher's Stone forces him to confront the remnants of his ancestral past, he must face the father he abandoned his promise to, and finally answer the question: When your own face is a lie, how do you find the truth of who you are?
**A Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 fanfic exploring a different kind of legacy.**
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