Edward sat in his room reading another book about alchemy in the hope that he could find something about the philosopher's stone and he would be able to return the body to his younger brother, it was already dark so he was already half asleep

And then the harsh sunlight, Edward looked around, noticing that this was not his room at all...it was a green meadow and around the house...it was a nice village that he knew so well...it was his hometown, dear village of Resenburg

Edward immediately stood up, looked around and then froze in place, he didn’t look 15, he was shorter, his clothes were wrong, but his right arm and left leg were completely fine (there was no automail on them) Edward looked 11 and it was 1910...

He immediately tried to reduce it to everything that he was dreaming, but it was not a dream... everything was too Real...

"Damn it..."

The guy mumbled and sighed

"It's just a stupid dream... calm down and don't panic"