Hello and welcome to my second fanfiction! (first has been deleted, but did exist unfortunately)

I am a big fan of Fire Emblem and have had this idea for awhile.

Constructive Criticism is Welcome!

Lastly, I don't own Fire Emblem; Nintendo and I.S. do.

Chaos: the state of complete disorder and confusion. Normally, I love chaos; seeing as I'm a bringer of it to those worms. But I don't appreciate it in my mind. I pride myself on my intelligence and the turmoil in my mind is making it hard to think.

I recall back to when this all started. Ever since I escaped my imprisonment, I have had this headache. At first it was minor, I hardly noticed it, it was just my Avatar screaming at me for killing his friends.

However, it soon became worse over these few short years. And it's not just my Avatar's voice anymore; there are others, some I know and some I don't.

alone...in...darkness

Only power holds meaning. Only strength holds sway.

You've forgotten what it is to fear me.

I think I know what this is. This is degeneration, the slow descent into insanity that plagued dragonkind. As much as I loath to admit it, there is no other explanation. I had thought I was above the condition, but it appears not.

Though I suppose it makes sense, I was created by a lowly human and he knew nothing of degeneration. He was lucky enough to make me as I am.

There is a way to drastically reduce degeneration; become a Manakete. I hate the idea, though. Taking a form similar to a human is extremely distasteful. But there is no other known to prevent degeneration and I need a solution fast.

The only problem is the method to how a dragon becomes a Manakete has been lost to time. So, I guess I'll have to figure out myself.

I exit the library in my Avatar's body. I may be trying to destroy the world, but that doesn't mean I'll get rid of all the history and knowledge. It would be a waste to just destroy it all. After all, the next sentient race will need this knowledge to avoid making the same mistakes as humanity has.

I've been trying to figure out this Manakete situation the past year. It does not help that those 'Shepard' children and Tiki have been very active lately. They're planning something, I know it, but I have to deal with my current predicament first.

Thankfully, I think I finally have a solution. It was so obvious that I'm surprised that I didn't think of it sooner. I'll just merge myself with my Avatar. We're already connected so performing a full merger would not be to difficult.

You're not going to do that, you monster!

I clutch my head as my Avatar protests my plan. The other voices start screaming loudly. I need to do it soon. I can not stand anymore of this.

It should be simple. I'll transfer my spirit and mind into the Avatar's body and force the body to accept them. Then I'll seal my real body and power into a Dragon Stone. That should cover the basics of being a Manakete.

This better work.

I grimace though my Avatar's body as I land on the ground with my real one. I really hate this place. What place could I the Wings of Despair, the Breath of Ruins, the Mighty Fell Dragon hate?

The Dragon's Table.

Not too long ago this very place held me prisoner, after the First Exalt of Ylisse sealed me in there. And after I was sealed in there, I had to kill all the degenerated dragons held in there in a kill or be killed fight for my life.

And later the only substance my 'followers' would give me were disgusting humans.

However, it is the only place where there is a high level of dragonic power. Well, the only place were I could easily access said power. And I theorize that the dragonic power could help my transformation into a Manakete, better safe than sorry.

Using my Avatar, I jump off my true form and walk towards the center. I pull out my personal tome and a Dragon Stone. Sitting down I place the Dragon Stone between my two bodies and open up the tome. I start the enchantment and my head suddenly becomes an explosion of pain.

HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!

You will not do this. THIS IS MY BODY!

You will not get away with this FELL DRAGON!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

I WILL RETURN... COUNT ON IT.

...run while you can...

As long there is light, there will always be darkness

Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!

WE SHALL RISE FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL!

Despite the pain I continue on.

I open my eyes and look around. I am in a humanoid body and I don't see my dragon form. In my hands is a black Dragon Stone; it radiates my Fell power. Did it work?

Calling upon the power in the Dragon Stone I shift into my true dragon form. It worked; I've successfully become a Manakete. The voices in my head have also stopped. I transform back into my new humanoid form.

I notice something strange when I take my new form. My Avatar had been male, but the humanoid form I now have is female. I guess the body changed to match my gender after I took it over as my own.

The only other difference seems to be the telltale pointed ears that all Manaketes posses.

Suddenly, I feel a pulse of dark magic. I pull out my tome and open it up. It's an alert from Mark, one of the few Grimleal still alive and loyal. I have him tracking the 'New Shepards' and he gives me reports on their whereabouts.

I read the location and my body is filled with dread. What are they doing there? No, I know why they would go there. This is bad, I need to get over there fast. I transform and quickly fly off.

My destination: The Ruins of Time in Thabes.

Thank you for reading!

I'm planning to update weekly.

See you next week, hopefully.