Art for this soon. In the meantime, all the previous chapters' art pieces can be found in my Deviant art gallery named "Fandom". Link on my profile. (also these chapters are in no apparent order)

Little Bird.

She loved that nickname. It was a gift. One her father gave her. It gave her pride that she could have such an affectionate title. Her heart soared whenever he called her.

Under his presence she felt alive, whole, pure. All the pain and emotions Envy had caused had been washed away every time she stood before him. He could not steer her wrong.

"I have a task for you, my little one," he explained, placing a comforting hand on his shoulders.

It was so full of warmth.

She gazed upon him with adoration. "Anything, Father," she replied, delighted to be given an important mission. My God, the happiness was about to burst from her chest.

He squeezed her shoulder a bit and sternly delivered his orders. "After the transmutation is complete and the sacrifices have played their role, I need you to eliminate Edward Elric."

Her eyes faltered, glinting with hesitation that he was sure to catch. There it was again, the quicken of her heartbeat at the mention of this boy. Why did thinking about him bring about so much eager fascination.

"Do I make myself clear?" he asked, furrowing his brows with impatience.

Her eyes shined under the seeping rays of light that managed to journey into the underground lair. "Yes, of course, Father," she replied coolly.

"Good," he gave her a sturdy smile that ignited an energy that flowed throughout her being. "You are dismissed."

Bowing her head and turning to leave, a mixture of conflicting emotions swelled within her belly.

She closed the door to her quarters and sat on the edge of her satin bed in pondering silence. The feelings, they swirled in every which way, making her feel lost in existence.

Elation – because Father accepted her and trusted her to carry out duties. Hesitation – because that boy named Edward was trying to break her barrier, trying to "bring her back" as he had said. Unwillingness – because she wanted to explore what Edward had said, she wanted to know more. Regret – for not knowing anything about herself, and for having this obligation that she surely could not refuse.

Homeless – not feeling to belong here or there. A plaguing idea that she was deteriorating something very genuine to her with every step she took.

She wanted to know, but she didn't. She was a homoculus, and damn proud to be. She didn't want to change, she wanted to become a magnificent Lust.

Yet, there was a void. A gaping hole that left her feeling things like guilt and injustice. It was driving her mad.

She gritted her teeth angrily, unsheathing her claws. Something had to be destroyed – she hungrily searched for something inanimate within the confines the the stone walls.

Irate with nothing to tear apart, she screamed at the wall, launching her deadly nails at the rocky surface.

Who the hell am I?