Elvengirl10: Hi all. I'm back with chapter two. I hope your all enjoying the story so far. Well, this story has gotten off the ground in my notebook. Chapter Five if you can believe it.

Sain: I think you had better warn them now.

Elvengirl10: Oh right, remember back in the prolouge when I said that at one point this story was going to get depressing almost to the point of sadistic? Well, this is the chapter, and that is the main reason why I am raising the rating, mainly to be safe, if anything else.

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Bomber the Scoto Fox: Yeah, sorry about my chapter lengths. They seem long in my notebook. But anyways, yes, I will be continuing throughout the game and even after that.

Sain: And now for a disclaimer and warning.

Disclaimer: I still don't Fire Emblem...drat.

Warning: This chapter contains mature subject matter that some readers may find offensive. Viewer discretion is advised. Also, this chapter contains very bad spelling and grammer due to the fact that it is being written out of Wordpad...so if you see a misspelled word, don't chide me cause there's not much I can do.

Elvengirl10: For the record, the middle of this chapter gets very depressing, but not to worry, it's not my usual disposition. I'm generally happy but I felt called to write this.

About five years passed since my father had created me, so I gues that means that I'm at least five years old, even though I look like I'm in my early twenties. But it was in this year of my life that I learnt that nothing last forever. Nothing at all.

It all began when Father asked that he not be disturbed for a few days. I wasn't quite sure what what was going on, but I said I wouldn't do anything none the less. Father seemed relived to hear that and told told me so. Whatever I had agreed to had obviously made him happy, so I was glad to. I had no idea that those words were the begining of a chain of events that would change my life forever.

Father spent many days in his laboratory alone, with the door closed. I spent my days continuing my studies, but I know that nights, Father went out. I wasn't quite sure but I think that he might have been robbing graves. But, keeping true to my word, I asked no questions and did nothing to disturb him.

There was, however, one night when I saw what I later learned to be the true side of my Father. It truly scared me, if I can expierience fear. I awoke to the sound of the door slamming, so I went out to see what was going on. I saw my Father stagger into the room, carrying a body, and leaving a trail of blood, his blood or the body's I could not tell, behind him.

"Father? What happened? Are you hurt?" I asked, concerned.

"It's nothing. I must be alone. Do not disturb me!" He snapped back and then hurried into his laboratory. I returned to my room, scared and completely unsure of what to do, how to react. I had gotten a glimps of the person he was carrying, albiet a small one. It was a human, but it's face and skin were pale, almost as pale as my skin. Is that what a person looks like when they're dead?

After spending the night in a half-trance, the events running through my head, I went into the room. It was still in a chaotic and disarrayed state, thus proving that last night's happenings were not a dream as I had so vainly hoped. Still, I did what I could to clean up the mess that had been made. This included the blood on the floor. After that, I sat down in my chair, the one that I had first sat on when I had that first conversation with my father. I sat there, trying to figure out what had happened last night. The events continued to play in my mind. What had happened to my Father? What had happened to the man I cared about so deeply? The man who created me. All the worrying had caused me to fall asleep, albiet a fitfull one. I didn't awaken until evening, and then it was by my Father's hand.

"Ephidel?"

"Father?" I said groggily, subconciously drawing away. I still did not trust him, and I doubted I ever would again.

"Ephidel...you're scared of me, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to scare you. I...I was nearly caught. I was the one who was afraid."

He hugged me. Something he had not done in a long time. I just sat there, unsure of how I should react. I was still afraid, yet my Father was here with me. I still had no idea of wether I could trust him or not. He released me.

"Come Ephidel," He smiled, "There is something I wish to show you."

"Alright..." I replied, getting up from the chair I had fallen asleep in, and followed my Father into his laboratory.

I was shocked by what I saw. There was a figure lying on the stone table. My father nudged me to get closer, so I complied. As I approached I noticed that the figure was alike to me and yet different at the same time. I looked at my Father, confused.

"She's your sister. Her name is Sonia," He smiled.

"Sister?" I repeated. I knew that something was going to change. I just didn't think that it would be so soon. She opened her eyes. They were gold, just like mine. She glanced around, her gaze finally settling on Father. It was similar to what I had done, only her eyes were filled with admiration, not confusion, like mine had been. Father had obviously done something different with her. As he had done with me, my Father placed his cloak around her and carried her to the living room. I figured that waht would happen next did not concern me so I just went back into my room.

A few months passed and my relationship with my sister did not go very well. It was obvious that she hated me, right from day one. I tried to be nice to her, but every look she gave me was full of hatred. She never spoke to me. Finally I asked Father.

"Father, why does Sonia hate me so much?"

"She doesn't hate you Ephidel. I awoke her a little earlier than you. She thinks that she is human, and above you."

"Is she human?"

"No, of course not. She is a morph, jsut like you," Father smiled. I left.

"We might be the same, but I can tell you like her more Father," I muttered, going into my room. Ever since Sonia had come, Father had grown distant. He paid more attention to her than to me, I was left alone quite often. I just stayed in my room most of the time. Gazing out the window, desperate to go outside. Father never let me go out there anymore.

"It's all because of her," I sighed. lieing down on my bed, "I'm nothing to him now." I glanced over at my desk, a thought coming into my head. A small wooden box sat on it. I got up and opened it. Inside lay a dagger known as a killing edge. It had been a gift from my Father. A last resort should my magic fail me, Taking it out, the thought burning in my mind, I held it poised above my wrist. It was obvious that Father didn't want me anymore. He had Sonia now. I would end my life here and now.

"Remember me Father," I whispered, before plunging the knife into my wrist. Pain shot through my body, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. I fell to the floor, weakend by blood loss. My tears mingling with the pool of blood on the floor. My blood. Darkness came upon me and I remembered nothing more.

Nergal's POV.

I walked slowly down the hallway, lost in a daze. I wanted to talk to Ephidel. He had seemed distresed from our last conversation. Then something woke me from my thougths. The scent of blood hung thick in the air. It was a scent all to familier to me, but where was it coming from? As I continued down the hallway, the scent became stronger. I reached the pace where the scent was strongest. It was the door to Ephidel's room. I opened the door, only to be shocked by what I saw. Ephidel lay unconscience in a pool of blood. His own blood. I ran to him. He was still alive, but barely. His breathing was shallow. Visions of Mizuhara came to me, and I fought to keep back my tears. In a desperate move, I grabbed Ephidel's knife, already stained with his blood, and cut myself. I began to heal his wounds with my own quintessence.

"Please Ephidel, don't die. Please don't die," I sobbed.

Ephidel's POV.

"I-I'm alive?" I gasped. I looked around weakly. I was lying in my bed and my wrists were all bandaged up. There was someone in the room with me. After a brief moment of confusion, the figure finally came into focus.

"M-master? Is that you?" I would never call him Father again. Not after this. When I said that, Master looked at me with such sad eyes. He looked as if he had lost something very close to him. Perhaps it was me that he had lost.

"Master?" I repeated, weakly.

"Ephidel. I'm so glad you're alive," He gasped, " What were you trying to prove? Why did you do that?"

"I thought...I thought that you didn't want me around anymore."

"I'm sorry Ephidel. I'm so sorry. I never wanted you to commit suicide." Master sobbed. I remained silent, my head bowwed. I was trying to sort out my thoughts. So Master still wanted me? I looked up. He was still crying. 'Does he really care about me?' I thought. 'Do I really mean that much to him?' At that point, Master wiped his eye and got up to leave.

"Rest now. I'll be back later," he said tenderly.

I nodded and rested my head on the pillow. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, still trying to figure things out. Suddenly, the room became stifiling, almost to the point where I couldn't breath. I looked over. There was a man in a red cloak standing in the center of my room. I had no idea who he was or how he gotten there, but I intended to find out.

"Who are you?" I gasped.

"I'm sorry," came a voice. It was more inside my rather than being spoken. The stifiling feeling soon left.

"Who are you?" I repeated, breathing a little easier.

"My name is Kishuna," came the voice.

"Kishuna. I've heard of you. You're master's-"

"Failed work. I know." The voice was bitter.

"I'm sorry." I assumed that I had offended him.

"There's no need to be Ephidel. You were only stating what you knew."

"How do you know my name?"

"I know a great deal about you. I have watching over you."

"You have? Why?" I was confused. Kishuna smiled under his hood.
"It's only natural that the older brother would want to take care of the younger one."

"So you're a morph. Like me?"

"Yes, I am"

"Well, why did you choose to look after me and not Sonia."

"It's because I understand your pain. I to have felt it. You are also alot like me."

"How so?"

"We are both very close to being human."

"I don't understand."

"You will in time, but until then, I will help you in anyway that I can."

"Thank you," I sighedm before sleep took me.

Elvengirl10: Thank you for reading this chapter. I know that it was pretty deep and pretty powerful, but that's probably as deep as I'll make it until the end.

Sain: The end?

Elvengirl10: Yeah, it's written in my head.

Sain: OO

Elvengirl10: Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it.

Sain: Please review.