Hey people. Sorry I haven't been updating for very long. Well, this is my first Fire Emblem fanfic. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Inside Castle Frelia, in the heart of the castle, a wonderful aroma filled the land.

"Mmmmm…What exactly are you brewing there, brother?"

"It's a mix of herbs and fruits mixed with water and oil. It replenishes even the most fatigued warrior."

"Wow, how long does it take?"

"You can't rush me, this takes time!"

"Well, I'm really thirsty, brother!"

"Don't rush me!"

Eirika pouted. "It smells so good. My throat is parched."

Ephraim's arms were sore as he stir. "Almost done. Give me the seasoning." Eirika gave him a powdery substance. He sprinkled a little and stirred. Finally, he took the huge spoon out and announced, "I'm done."

Eirika was jumping up and down. She took a bowl and scooped them up. She took a sip. Her eyes went wide. "HOT!" She dropped the bowl and was covering her mouth. Ephraim grabbed her hand and took it off her mouth. "Open your mouth, Eirika." She did and he leaned close. Eirika face went hot as he blew in it. This was exactly when they were little.

"You better?" Ephraim asked. Eirika just nodded. Ephraim then laughed. "You're supposed to wait until they cool down. They are supposed to be like juice, not soup. Even if it is called 'Soul Soup'." Eirika nodded. "I'll call you back when it's done."

"Alright, brother." Eirika ran off. She ran in the hallways, unaware of guards shouting, "No running in the hallway!"

Eirika ran right in front of a much decorated door. "Oh, Tana!" She called, opening the door. A blue hair girl was sitting in the middle of the room, looking through a box of jewelries and pictures. "Oh, Eirika!" Tana quickly closed her box and stood up. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. Ephraim just finished his soup, and now we have to wait until it turns to juice. You wanna practice swordplay?" Eirika asked. Tana nodded, and Eirika took off, ignoring all the comments of the guards. Tana opened her box again. "Cormag….I swear I will find you. Before I do that, I must be stronger. Wait for me. Remember, no life is expendable." She closed her box, grabbed her iron sword and ran out to the field.

Meanwhile, Ephraim was practicing with his lance in the huge room while waiting for the soup to cool down into a juicy substance. Innes walked down the hallway and heard grunts and swishes. He peeked inside and saw Ephraim swing his lance in a strong and firm way. Innes walked in. "This is a kitchen, not a training ground."

Ephraim was surprised that he broke a pot. "Don't sneak in like that!" Ephraim was furious. Innes just smirked. "What are you making there?" he asked.

"It's a recipe called Soul Soup, not that you'll be interested in it." Ephraim just turned away. Before he swung his lance again, Innes grabbed his hand.

"Ephraim, do you hate me?"

Ephraim's eyes opened wide. "What…what makes you think that?" Innes tighten the grip.

"Just answer it: Do you hate me?"

Ephraim blushed, "No… I don't hate you. I never did. I always liked you and thought of you as a friend. Now will you let go?" Innes let go of his hands, and he ran away. Innes never thought that they were friends. He thought that Ephraim hated him. "Ephraim, wait!" But it was too late, he was already gone. Innes just stood silently in the kitchen, smelling the Soul Soup.

Ephraim: I still don't like you, you know.

Innes: Oh, give it a rest. Please, R&R! Or I shall hunt you down!