Winry sat down in the chair in her small home. She looked around the small place and sighed, hating it. Ever since the new royal family had come to power, they had been taxing the people of this poor village to death. Anyone who couldn't pay their taxes would be locked up or killed. She made automail for a living, so she could afford to pay the taxes. However she could only afford the taxes and nothing else. Winry's family had died off a while ago, her parents due to the plague that infected the small village and her grandmother passed away of old age long ago. She cursed the royalty that lived in the castle above their village, eating warm meals, having a warm bed to sleep in, and having anything in the world that they wanted. She had heard rumors that the prince was just as wicked as the king. Were they true? She loathed this place and wished she could travel. Traveling seemed like a far off fantasy to her. She could only afford to eat once every few days, and even then the meals were small. Winry decided that she had enough of being in the stuffy home and pulled on her jacket before walking out of the door and wandering into the woods, taking the familiar path she'd always take. A walk in the woods would be able to clear her head, or so she hoped.