Elvengirl10: Welcome to my second Fire Emblem fanfic. This one is really deep compared to my other one, and will be depressing, and at one point, almost to the point of sadistic. But it deals with one of my favorite characters and I like it. It's kind of scary that the idea started off as a one shot. At any rate enough with my rambling.

Life! I need life!

I know! I'm trying. I'm trying so hard.

Give me life!

I will. I promise…I need more time.

Give me a soul! Give me life!

Give me more time!

I need a soul!

"Give me more time!" I sat bolt upright, breathing hard. I glanced around the room, trying to remember where I was. Finally I remembered. I stared down at my desk, at my notes. I must have fallen asleep again. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and glanced around the room again. At all my clutter. My gaze lingered on the stone table in the center of my room…laboratory I guess you could call it. I got up and went to check on him. My creation. He lay on the table, his chest rising and falling. I felt for his pulse, heard his beating heart. Yes he was alive, but not fully, not truly alive I watched him draw in another breath. I could awaken him now, but that would be a waste. If I awoke him now, he would be nothing but a mindless slave. One who would obey my orders without question. He needed a soul. Once he had a soul he would truly be alive and I could prove to him, to the man I once trusted, the man I once called my friend, that I was strong enough to create life. I knelt down beside my creation.

"I'm sorry," I whispered before covering him with a blanket. There was no reaction. "Soon," I smiled, "soon you will." Turning away I went back to my notes.

"How many have I gone through?" I muttered to myself, as I went through book after book trying to find those notes I had taken. I had developed the habit of talking to him, even though he never responded. I smiled, thinking of when he would be able to. Oh how I longed for that day. I tried to recall how to create a soul. I knew it required blood. Blood and quintessessence. My blood…his blood…another's blood and essence. I was close…I knew I was. My hand rested on a book bound in black leather. I opened it. I had found what I was searching for. Found what I wanted. I looked over at him.

"Soon," I smiled, "Very soon. Won't be long now. Won't be long at all."

I must have spent at least two days deciphering those notes I had written so many years before. When I had created my first…morph. Yes, that was the term I had used. I stopped for a moment, remembering my failed creation. Kishuna I had named him. I wondered what had happened to him, after I cast him away. 'No matter' I thought and went back to my notes. A few pages later, I found what I had been looking for. The exact spell that created a soul. The secret knowledge of the dragons. The knowledge that I had stolen. I touched my eye, wincing. I nearly paid for the knowledge with my life. I sat back letting out a deep breath. I was almost ready. All I need now was the one whom I would take their blood and their essences. But who? Who would be willing to give up their life? A sudden knock at the door awoke me from my thoughts. I sat up. Who would be knocking at my door? Ever since I had moved here, the townspeople tended to keep away. Thinking it was just the town's children playing a prank, I didn't respond. But the knock kept coming. Finally I got up and answered the door. I stopped dead after opening the door.

"You!" I gasped.

"Master Nergal…" he breathed, pitching forward. I couldn't believe it. He had found me. The one who had helped, me steal the knowledge of the dragons. Mizuhara.

I half-dragged, half-carried Mizuhara to the couch. Absent-mindedly, I placed bowls to catch the blood that oozed from his wounds. It was obvious that he did not have long to live.

Mizuhara had lapsed into unconsciousness, so I entered into my memories of him. His ambition, like mine, was great and many times he helped me with my…experiments. In fact, he was the one who had stolen the secret knowledge of his clan for me. Yet I was the one who took the blame. Although it seemed like fate or some other dark deity had drawn us back together.

"M-master…" Mizuhara awoke.

"I'm right here, Mizuhara. What happened?"

"Th-th-they f-found ou-out…" he gasped.

"Who? The Arcadians?"

" Y-yes.." It became obvious that every breath was becoming a struggle.

"I see. What happened after that?"

"I-I ran. I es-es-escaped, just barely…" His breathing was becoming shallower. I tried to make him more comfortable. He looked up at me with wild eyes and grabbed my arm.

"Do-don't bother. M-my l-life's o-over. I-I was just lucky to…see…you…one l-last t-time." His eyes began to haze over. He glanced at my laboratory and smiled.

"I kn-know you'll…succeed…this time. He will…h-have the so-soul…of…a dra-dragon…" and with those last words Mizuhara died.

I did not notice the quintessence flowing into my hand nor the tears flowing down my face. I could only stare in shock at the body. The body of the only friend I had on this earth. I cried. Then, I got up. Gathering the quintessence and the blood I had taken, I headed to my laboratory.

"I will not disappoint you Mizuhara. I will succeed. He will have the soul of a dragon. I swear it."

I began the spell. I mixed my blood in with Mizuhara's and added his quintessence. Then I added his, my creation's blood. He didn't wince when I cut his wrist. Slowly, all four elements came together in a shining white light. A soul. Gently I guided it over his heart.

"I give you a soul. I give you life," I whispered as I pushed the soul into the body. I collapsed. The spell had taken much energy. As I sank into unconsciousness, I prayed that it worked. Now I could only wait and see.

Elvengirl10: well…what do you think?

Sain: That is grim. Very grim.

Elvengirl10: yeah, well, it's gets grimmer. Please review. Sorry it's so short.