I knew her only as Ember, but that was before my spell backfired. When we met again, she had fallen in love, with some golden haired boy named Edward Elric. Heard he was short. Such a shame I died, but when I saw color and shapes, I thought it was naught but a dream, one filled with blood, and the sharp tang of metal. Until I felt something soft, but cold, touch my lips.

It felt too real, until I realized my vision was hazy. Something, pale, purple, green, before my eyes. I blinked, once, twice, and my vision cleared, but by then, I saw only oranges, yellows, blacks, but nothing of what I had seen just then. It was just so sudden, I hadn't breathed for at least ten minutes. Wait, ten? And yet I didn't feel choked? "B-but. . ." I thought. "I'm not a pure immortal, I still need oxygen. . ."

Then I had realized what I had become. A soft breeze, I felt easily, yet it didn't chill. I then realized that one day, I would have to kill Ember. My friend, my ally, my hope. The wind seemed to whisper, "Welcome, Wrath. . ."