This is a story on Morgan(m) and how he feels about Grima who he is currently serving. I do not own the Fire Emblem world. This won't make a ton of sense unless you've played the game. Please enjoy!

Chapter one:

Morgan pulled another ElFire from his coat the was buried in the folds of it on the floor. He opened to a random spot and tried to understand the spells. The were so confusing though. Tomes we're not written in a natural language as they only had signature characters and a small key in the front for it. Each type(fire, thunder, wind, and dark) had similar, but not the same, scripts. Ever since his mother had started him on dark tomes, however, things had gotten even harder.

He thought about his mother. She'd been...different since the Fell Dragon had been revived. He knew that Grima and Robin had been inexorably connected and had been so since she'd been born. But since his only company was Risen, he couldn't ask any more of it.

He had asked his mother many times over about Grima but she'd given him the same answer each time: she was the vessel of Grima's mind thus controller of the dragon's body. Humans, alive or dead, bowed before her and were sacrificed on the Dragon's Table to feed her power.

The answer felt incomplete. It felt like it was coming from a history book instead of from an actual person. What frightened him most, however, was that the way it was explained to him was as if his mother wasn't his mother anymore. As if she wasn't human anymore. As if she was all Grima and an empty shell of his mother and none else.

Tears dripped on Morgan's book. It stained the pages so he hurried to wipe them off the words but they smeared all over the pages.

"Something wrong, Morgan?"

She looked up to see his mother. She smiled at him softly that didn't quite reach her eyes. Now that he thought about it, she hadn't smiled wholeheartedly since Grima's awakening.

"Oh. Nothing mother. Just...yea."

Robin sat down next to her and scooted the books aside. She tucked his blueish hair behind his ear and pulled him close.

Morgan leaned into Robin's hug and closed his eyes. It felt warm in her arms but somehow, not entirely safe, as if he was hugging a stranger wearing a mask of his mother.

"You can tell me anything, Morgan. I'm your mother, after all."

Morgan sniffled and tears began to flow.

"M-mother….."

"Yes, Morgan?"

"I...I miss you! I know you're right here but you're so different with Grima with you! You don't act like yourself and I want things to be the way they were before! I hardly even see you anymore, and when I do, I'm…I'm frightened!"

Robin's eyes were cold. "I'm sorry Morgan. But I don't think I can do that for you."

Morgan wiped his sleeve across his face and looked up at her. "Hmm?"

"You are born to serve your mother in a very great purpose. The greatest purpose, even."

Something seemed to break slightly in Morgan chest. He couldn't tell why but realization seeped in his head. Angry, he pushed Robin away and stood over her.

"Give me my mother back! You let her go! I want her back!"

Robin didn't even flinch. She raised an eyebrow and suddenly smiled a bit.

"Sorry Morgan."

She started to laugh. Morgan stepped back in surprise.

"Morgan, listen closely. Your mother is gone. She isn't coming back. I am your mother now and you are my child."

Morgan shook his head in disbelief. "Tell me that's not true!"

"Would I deceive you, Morgan?"

"You liar! You...you aren't my mother! You'll never be! You're Grima!"

"I always have been."

Morgan choked out a cry and turned away. He ran from her, scattering the books on the floor, running toward his room. He collapsed on his bed and sobbed into his sheets.

A Thoron that was tucked under his pillow fell onto the floor. Morgan slowly picked it up.

This was mother's last gift to me before...before Grima.

He let himself be sucked into the pages and Robin's notes on the side margins. Before he knew it, he'd fallen asleep.

When Morgan awoke, it was dark. Really dark. He sat up and a heavy coat slide off his head.

Did someone...tuck me in?

He pulled the jacket sleeves around him and realized it was Robin's.

Perhaps...was I too harsh? I mean, she's still my mother….

Morgan buried himself under the coat again.

She was lying. I will awaken my mother from Grima's wrath. I will make it back to the way it was….but for now….I will be Grima's child. I will be a Servant of Evil.