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When Philosophy and Alchemy come together

TITLE: "The Essence of Jaded"
RATING: M for mature
GENRE: angst
PAIRING/S (if any): None
SUMMARY: Everything in life has meaning one way or another. What's done cannot be undone, or can it? What can harm you can help you. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, or does it? Who's to truly say that these time-old proverbs can depict the true knowledge of life? One soul-seeker aims to find out, and with the help of the Elric brothers she may just get her answers. Yet can she too give them the answers to their questions as well?

It’s a cynical knowledge, it’s a contemptuous skill, and it’s even a disdainful art as well as a loathsome discipline. No matter what you call it, it will always be Jaded Alchemy. There’s no getting around the sick and twisted truth because no matter how many synonyms you use, it always finds its way back to the word Jaded because that’s what it is. It’s a jaded science that man wrought upon the world. It’s alchemy.

Alchemy, the God’s science, is the art of transmutation. It calls for the basis of equivalent exchange: in order to gain something, you must first give something up of equal value. Yet not everyone can perform this unique transformation, and those who do are called alchemists.

Some wonder if alchemists are to be feared. Are they evil? Is one who converts God’s work into another form to be trusted? For what divine spirit gave them the knowledge, much less the ability to declare that His almighty work is unjust, therefore must be altered? Though it is arguable that had He not wanted his children to have such a gift, it would not exist in the first place. No matter how you look at it, you can call it what you will and still end up at ground zero.

It seems that most opinions made are based upon the acts of the military’s State Alchemists. They are a prominent militia granted the King Furher’s approval to use their alchemy as needed in confrontational situations. Most are recognizable due to their unique blue uniforms, but can only be truly certified as a State Alchemist by a seemingly simple pocket watch with King Furher’s signature insignia. Also, subsequent to passing the National Alchemist qualification exams, each alchemist is knighted with their own title derived from their distinctive form of alchemy or another characteristic. Some names are based upon their alchemic talents or research, while others fit their bodily concepts.

There are many alchemists in the military, working as the “Military’s Dog”. There are even more alchemists spread out across the globe. Yet no matter what kind of alchemist you solicit, you will always discover the “One Truth” of alchemy. In order to gain something, you must lose something. There is no such thing as making something of nothing, for this science has proven it. You always have to give in order to receive. It’s cause and effect, you reap what you sow. It’s the balance of nature saying that everything must be equal in life, and in death. It’s karma, and what goes around… will always come around. That in itself is the meaning of existence. Yet not everybody can discover this so easily, not even prodigies or soul seekers. And that’s what they’re about to learn.

Please comment... I've gotten myself into yet another rut where I end up planning the climax and ending first. Then I want to write about them so badly but I am unable due to the fact that I haven't any idea of how to get there in the first place. Ideas? Suggestions? It would be much appreciated.

If you would like to read the Prologue to chapter 3, check out the following link. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2522109/1/

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