It was night… No once can tell why it was night…again… Not even the moon was illuminating the gray sky. Some small drops of the upcoming rain were slightly tapping the thirsty earth…as if it was a small gift from the Sky in order to erase Earth's thirst… The forest was calm. Not even a single creature…not even a mouse was running anymore. It appeared that they had sensed the strong storm that was about to come and they ran to hide in their hiding places…in their holes or in the trees hoping to find shelter from the water and the bitter cold. Humidity was high and it was piercing the bone sending a painful feeling of cold deep in the core… The last birds were flying to go back to their nests…to avoid the water that would shock them till the small and fragile bones of theirs and it would make their feathers so heavy that it would cause them to fall from the sky. Just one little bird that had the color of the clean sky flew out and sat on a small, ruined fence and released a small and sad note deeply from its small throat. The small Bluebird seemed to be weeping…as if singing a requiem to someone lost forever…

Deeply below the surface of the earth, no one can tell for sure where that is, you could hear human voices. However the creatures that were talking were not entirely human. There was a strange throne where an old man was sitting. His long, white hair seemed to be made of silver as a warm light was falling on it. He was wearing a long, white cloth that was covering his old but yet well toned body. Also his beard was long but combed well and his eyes were sparkling gold and were gazing to everything and nothing. Around him, in the strange underground shelter, some people were sitting. It was a tall and beautiful woman, with rich and wavy black hair and eyes that seemed two slits in her attractive face. Her cleavage, of her long, tight dress, was extremely low and it was giving a nice view of her full breasts. In the middle of her chest area there was a red tattoo. Close to her was sitting a short and slim man with green hair that looked like a small palm tree. He was dressed in a skirt-like cloth and a top that was revealing his flat stomach. He was barefoot but he didn't seem to be feeling the cold. He had a similar tattoo on his left thigh. He had a smirk on his face and he was sitting on a pipe casually with one knee drawn to his chest. Somewhere near, sitting on the ground was a bold, fat boy with short legs and big fat arms that was sucking his index finger like a big baby. Some saliva was running on his skin If he would open his big mouth you could see the same tattoo on his tongue. Climbing on a nearby pipe like a small monkey was another person. A skinny boy with long black hair and he had the same tattoo under his right foot. Somewhere in the corner of the room was another guy. He was huge like a giant and his body was spelled up by his large muscles but he was snoring constantly not bothering even raise his head or try to sleep in a more comfortable position from his sitting one. For another time, the same tattoo was on his right scapula. Leaning against a wall there was another well-built man with his dark hair up, a pointed face and sharp, pointed teeth. He had the same tattoo on the back of his left hand. He blew on his fingers so his nails would clean said.

"Man…I am getting bored as all seven hells in here!"

"Then why don't you take a nap like Sloth, Greed?" the green-haired man said

"Wrath! Stop playing around like a small, annoying monkey!" the lady said to the child with the black hair.

"Monkey!" the bold, fat boy repeated.

"And what are you, Lust? His mother?" the green-haired man snapped at her bored

The woman named Lust sighed.

"Sharp as always, Envy!"

Envy's answer was a smirk. Wrath let go of the pipe and jumped, landing perfectly on his feet…

"Lust…I'm hungry…" the bold boy whimpered again

"You should wait, Gluttony. Father said we rest here for a little"

"Oh…Okay…"

These people…were not humans. They were and they weren't. They were artificial human beings that were created by using living humans! So they used to be humans…but now they felt something more than that. They were Homunculus!

"By the way, Father…" Envy spoke again, "Why do we have to have to accept Full Metal? It is crazy! He thinks he is someone! In the first days I thought…"

"Full Metal…is no more…" the old man, named Father, spoke

"That's right Envy. He is dead long now…"

"Dead! Dead!" Gluttony repeated like an echo

Envy scoffed.

"Right. He is dead…I was in front of that when it happened! By the way, though, have you seen Pride among us? No! He thinks he is someone! He is too good to be with us? Are we worse than him?"

"Envy that's enough!" Father interrupted him, "He is my son like all of you. You must learn how to accept each other!"

Wrath giggled but also grinned revealing his sharp teeth. His violet eyes were sparkling with unreadable emotions. Envy growled deep in his throat.

"He killed Wrath…" mumbled

"And now we have a new one. It is as simple as that!" Lust reminded him

"Humph!" Envy mumbled.

Greed chuckles in amusement.

"At last we are having some fun!"

"Why don't you shut up?" Envy spat at him

"Envy!" Father said again.

"Fine!" he pouted looking elsewhere.

"By the way…has he remembered anything yet?" Lust questioned.

Envy shook his head.

"Nothing yet. He can't remember anything!"

"What if he remembers his past?" Wrath asked

"He won't" Father said.

"How do you know that? What if he remembers?" Envy said enraged.

"He doesn't want to remember!" Father answered calmly.

Everyone went silent looking at him.

"My dear son can't remember because he doesn't want to. The memory he has been though was really painful so his mind has erased it. When he received the Philosopher's Stone in his veins like every single of you did, he lost anything that connected him with his previous life. But while all of you can remember some things, or even everything from your previous life, before Lapis entered your system, Pride is still refusing to remember. He is now living in the darkness he chose himself for himself and only he has the power to bring those memories back. However he won't do it. He doesn't want to."

"It makes sense" Lust said with a smirk, "I guess it is better this way though. Pride is ours now and he will never return to what he was before. It appears the strings that connected him with his previous life are cut forever"

"Not all of them…" Greed remarked in deep thought

"Not all of them?" Wrath asked confused.

Sloth snorted a little and barely raised his head to look around confused. It was a vague second when he wondered what they were talking about before his head dropped again and he fell asleep on the spot in an instant!

"Ah, right! You mean his talent…" Lust said.

"Nonsense!" Envy commented. "Everyone has an ability as a Homunculus. Wrath had the Ultimate Eye, you have the power to extend your nails in a blink of eye, Sloth cannot be harmed by weapons and holds great strength. Greed is the Ultimate Shield. Gluttony can eat almost anything. The new Wrath can combine his body with anything and make his body some kind of Chimera while I can change in any form I desire. I don't find it strange Pride has an ability too."

"Yes but…remember he can use Alchemy…something that we can't use…"

Father remained silent listening to the conversation. Envy leaned his head in his hand.

"I wonder…what's going on in his head…I wonder…"

Deeply…in a tunnel consisting of pipes and cables…there deeply in the shadows was another person. He was sitting with his back against the wall with one knee drawn to his chest… He was dressed in a skirt too and his top was also barely covering his chest leaving his stomach bare, revealing his flat, lean but strong body. His body was covered in various red marks and the well-known tattoo was on his left shoulder. His hair was long and golden. They were flowing on his shoulders like a waterfall of gold. His eyes were two pools of melted gold…but they were distant…they appeared looking to nowhere. There, in his small hiding place, the small-sized man had his head lowered. He seemed melancholic as if he had something in mind…but in reality he had nothing. His mind was blank. He didn't want to think. He knew that he had a purpose and that was all that he needed to know. So for now on…he wanted to be sank in his own silence…in his quiet place…alone…

He didn't remember who he was…

He didn't want to remember…

He was the one that he was…

He was Pride…

Here is a fanfic I decided to start based on the game Bluebird's Illusion and on the ending of Pride Ed!

There is no need for you to know the game to read this! (I don't know it well either!) It is mixed with Brotherhood and FMA characters!

I hope you like it so far and I hope to see some reviews from you guys! Dedicated to all Full Metal Alchemist Fans! Thank you!