Phases of Love

Note: This story contains POV (point of view) changes. When one sees ~*~ it is to signify that the POV has changed.

This is also a first story for me, ever, and I never revise my work, so if one sees anything "wrong" or "misspelled" please notify me.

Enjoy!  (:

PROLOGUE



    A writer, a poet, an alchemist, a lover, and a fighter are all labels placed upon me by the people for which I entertain. Business is rather slow these days since people rarely leave their homes and no crimes are prevalent. I spend the majority of my days here in Risembool with my girlfriend, Winry, and my brother Alphonse. Some would say I write, but I don’t think publishing one novel merits me a writer. Perhaps I have spoken too soon, I do write poetry, if that counts for anything at all. My friends back at Central are still there; Mustang is as incompetent as he has always been. I hear he and Riza Hawkeye have recently married…but those are only whispers.

    It’s been almost three years since we finished our journey. I traveled to the Other Side of the Gate, and by sacrificing myself I could get Al’s body restored. While I was there, however, I met my father, Hohenheim, and together we set their world at peace. After everything we had been through, my father sacrificed himself to restore my body and send me back to Shamballa; back to Winry.

    Now it all seems like a dream. We’ve explored all corners of the globe, encountered all sorts of friends and enemies, and finally we are finished….but, something still feels missing in my spirit. It feels as if something is tugging, beckoning me to come….but what?