Chapter 1

It has been a while since I did anything for Fire Emblem... so here goes nothing.

(Please don't expect an update schedule... I am much too busy for that.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or Nintendo.

He panted, rushing inside the mansion with a loud grunt.

"Phew..." The cloak-wearing male let out a breath as he removed his hood.

"Lucky. Found this place before the storm could get any worse."

"Remember, Morgan. If there is a place you are staying at, check to insure it is safe."

He swallowed at the calm voice in his mind. "Mother..."

He rose from where he sat, despite his tiredness.

He advanced down a dark corridor, a hand on the old Thunder tome he always kept on his person.

I wonder where mother went off to... thought Morgan, and that moment of distraction proved disastrous.

A dark figure came out of the shadows, and he saw red eyes rush forward.

"UGH!"

Blood spattered on the ground as a sword cut his arm.

The pain was enough to make Morgan drop the tome he had drawn out.

A hiss sounded as the sword came forth again.

Morgan winced, holding his wounded arm as he managed to dodge the second swing.

He drew his Iron Sword in his left hand, awkward since he usually drew it with his right.

With the pain flaring through that limb, however, that would be impossible.

The Risen let out a low growl, before lunging again.

Morgan sidestepped, allowing the slash to cut a small bit of his long, dirty hair, before plunging his blade through the stomach of the enemy.

Twisting the sword, the undead enemy let out a hiss as he took his sword out, fading away.

Morgan let out a pained wheeze, retrieving his tome inside the cloak.

I can't even use mother's present, he thought with anger. It hurts too bad for me to focus long enough...

He grasped his blade again, turning to head back to the entrance.

That was when the wall next to him burned down.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

He flinched, raising his sword as he swallowed.

"Geez... why won't all these Risen just leave me alone for a second!"

He stared at the beautiful pink dragon in front of him, which let out a huff, some fire coming out.

Then there was a bright shine of light, and there was a young girl in its place.

"Phew," she breathed out. "Never used my dragon form for so long before... huh?"

That was when she saw Morgan, and began to walk towards him.

He fumbled for his sword as she neared.

"It's you, Morgan!" She wrapped both arms around him as glee entered her voice. "Thank Naga you're alive and well!"

He was surprised to find himself wrapping his own arms around the girl.

There was a familiar air to her.

Despite the massive gap in his memories, Morgan just knew he could depend on... whoever she was.

She separated from him, though kept him at arm's length.

"I haven't seen anyone else yet. Glad to see you, though!"

"Um..."

"Oh, and you're hurt!" The dragon girl lifted his arm with a soft, warm touch. "This looks pretty bad..."

"Uh... sorry, but..."

"Hm? Yes?" She looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, but... who are you?"

The surprise and shock rippling through her face made him want to take back his words.

"What...? You don't remember me?"

Morgan inwardly winced at the pure hurt in her voice. "I'm sorry."

"I just... I wonder why you..." murmured the girl, eyes drifting off. "Hm..."

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Nah," she spoke. "I know, it's an odd name, but-"

"That's a great name!" he grinned.

"Thank you." Her eyes closed for a moment, and he could see a faint trace of a smile on her face.

"Morgan..."

"Yes?"

A hiss sounded as a Risen seemed to leap from the dark.

"Watch out!" he shouted, shoving Nah aside, wincing at the usage of his wounded arm. "Ugh..."

"Morgan!"

He gasped, using his sword to block the claws that came at him.

He let out a pant, dodging every swipe by just a little, just enough to study the pattern to counterattack.

He bumped into the wall.

"Ugh...!" He let out a wince, jarring his arm. "GUH!"

The claws sank into him, and a low growl came out of the Risen in front of him.

Then there was fire.

A light, pink burst that burnt the Risen to a crisp, a small ash pile forming in front of Morgan.

He let out a long breath, groaning as he leaned against a wall.

"Morgan, are you alright?"

He looked up to see the worried expression of the other person, looking at him with concern in her eyes.

"I'll be fine," he replied, and stabbed his sword in the ground to support his heavy weight. "Ugh..."

He held his hand to the wetness spreading down his body, coming away with a lot of blood.

"That's not good," he murmured.

"Lee me see." Nah glanced at the injury. "We need to get out of here."

"It's raining outside," he spoke. "And there's lightning, and-"

"Better then Risen!" she snapped. "And you can't even use that tome of yours."

She took his hand, and led him down the corridor, when there was suddenly a wall.

"What...?" grunted Morgan. "How did this...?"

"These walls are why I keep having trouble leaving," muttered Nah.

"So walls... pop out of existence?" Morgan tilted his head. "Huh."

Nah looked back. "More Risen."

What would mother do...? he thought, back to the wall.

I... I have to...

His thoughts jumbled as new pain surged through him. "Ugh!" he gasped.

"Morgan?!" spoke Nah, turning towards him.

He groaned. "Ugh... I'm fine!"

She turned into a dragon and rushed forward, the Risen collapsing where they stood from her assault.

He couldn't even see her from her speed.

A sword flashed and Nah let out a scream, falling.

"Nah?!" He rushed forward, and gasped as the Risen stabbed her, causing another horrible scream to rip out.

"NAH!" Morgan swung his sword, and the Risen staggered from the unexpected attack.

It turned and slashed at him.

"Ugh...!" He staggered, blocking. It's using both arms...!

He let out a harsh wheeze, evading another slash.

He held his breath as he kept dodging by hairs.

Morgan finally breathed out, ducking.

He reached out with his sword and cut the foe in two.

The sword fell to the ground.

He saw the two halves fall and rushed back to his companion.

"Nah, are you alright?!"

She looked at him, breathing ragged. "Morgan..."

Looking at the dark, spreading stain of blood, he saw the one lung had been stabbed.

"Damnit... no more Elixirs?!" he grunted. "Nah..."

What kind of sword was that to do this much damage this quickly?! he thought, only capable of watching as the sticky redness spread along her clothing.

Her eyes filled with fear. "Morgan... behind...!"

He looked behind himself to see that another Risen had already started to swing a sharp sword.

The wall next to the two of them fell away.

"THORON!"

The beam of lightning went through the head of the undead enemy, and it fell as smoke covered it.

Morgan stared at the new source of light.

There was a woman standing there, with white hair as she removed the hood of her cloak.

Her eyes, filled with curiosity, widened upon seeing the two younger humans.

Morgan could just stare.

"Mother."