Foreword
Howdy, this is my first fanfic so don't expect literary genius to come spilling from my PC. I'm a rather big fan of the Fire Emblem series, with the Tellius series (Path of Radiance, Radiant Dawn.) being my favourite games, but this is for Awakening, a close second in my heart. I feel that I couldn't really write my OC into the Tellius world, because they draw comparisons to Stefan and Zihark (Hey, I'm a sucker for lone swordsman characters.) and in the Awakening world the only comparison is Lon'qu (who I'm not sure how to incorporate into this, I might straight up remove him, sorry Lon'qu fans.) also the Awakening characters have more enjoyable personalities (Personal preference I'm sure.)

For this fic my OC (Erron) is not the Avatar, Robin will be male in this and his path will vastly similar to his usual one. Erron joins after Robin has been found by Chrom and the Shepherds, with the first chapters showing his past before joining the Shepherds, leading through the events of Awakening's main story. And with that we shall let Erron Wolfe's story begin.

(I don't own Fire Emblem or it's characters, but if I did…FATES WOULD BE OUT NOW DAMMIT!) (Italics are quotes, bold text is transitions, brackets are thoughts or whispers)

"Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky.
The wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die."

"Like the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk, the law runneth forward and back.
For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack." -Rupyard Kipling, The Law of the Jungle

Waves…

"Se'ra are you okay?" A tall man with raven hair spoke, his voice deep and gruff, but somehow tender. "We shouldn't have sailed whilst you were still with child, the baby may be hurt…" His tone was that of caution.

"I wanted to get to Regna Ferox so the baby would be of your nation Farah, I'm sure Basilio will welcome us, you two were brothers in arms!" She said excitedly, cradling her enlarged abdomen. She was taller than most women and always wore a kind smile on her face, her soft brown eyes were kind and could melt the coldest of hearts, her hair was dark and long, tied into a neat ponytail, commonplace amongst the Chon'sin people, her clothes were simple and layered, so she could keep warm even on the cold seas. Farah looked a lot different to his wife, he was very tall and was built like a soldier, his eyes were sharp and had deep red irises almost like blood, he had a handsome face despite the scar over his right eye which reached down in line with his nostrils, his hair was raven with a slight navy tint and reached past his ears but was combed out of his face, the Feroxian wore a black coloured Myrmidon robe and held an sheathed sword of Chon'sin styling in his left hand, where it seemingly never left, it was ornate, with a black sheath that had silver engravings running down it and a blue ribbon near the hilt, the blade itself was not visible but the wrappings on the handle were white and well kept.

"Well it shan't be long till we reach the port, then we can go home." Farah said with a slight smile. Ferox was his home at least, he missed the snowy plains and serene wilderness, he'd been in Chon'sin for so long, but to return home with his wife, daughter and soon to be child, brought him great happiness.

"Daddy! Are we in Ferox yet Daddy!" A light voice said, filled with youthful wonder.

"Soon, Sol'era, we've made it nearly across the sea in a few days, we'll most likely land tomorrow." He smiled and said to his young step-daughter, ruffling her hair slightly. "Night will fall soon, and Feroxi winters are cold, we should get to our cabins to keep warm." The family began to head below deck so they could sleep, Farah led them in but stood on the deck for a few moments and looked toward the setting sun. (Home…)

Breathing…

Farah awoke after hearing his wife's heavy breathing. "Oh gods, now of all times!?" He rushed to his wife's side and held her hand, Sol'era was already there sat by her mother looking so concerned yet so innocent.

"Mummy…are you ok?" She said hesitating slightly.

"I'm fine sweetie, just…just…ju-Farah, FARAH!" She shouted in a fit of pain.

"I'm on it, priests or clerics are always on ferry ships." Despite the situation, he was seemingly unfazed, Farah had faced bandits, soldiers, gladiators, and faced it all with no fear. But this time he was afraid, seeing his wife in pain was worse than any wound he had suffered. He ran to the cleric's post onboard, sweating slightly, he flung open the door. "Please help, my wife…baby…LABOUR!" He was nigh shouting from worry of Se'ra's health.

"Oh my! Where is she!" The cleric was dozing off, it was the dead of night after all.

Crying…

"It's a boy!" The cleric said, her voice happy and full of relief.

"Se'ra!" Farah spoke with a joy only equalled on the day of his wedding.

"He's…got your…smile…" Se'ra was crying with happiness but her voice was slight, understandably so, she just went through labour. Tears on all sides: Farah, Se'ra even Sol'era was crying at the sight of her newborn brother. "We…need to give him a name!" Life returned to Se'ra's voice, and in an excited fashion she looked straight into Farah's eyes, the tears leaving her eyes (That smile…)

"Well he's half-Feroxi and half-Chon'sin, sooooo…I have no idea, sorry I'm a bit…overjoyed!" A huge smile was plastered on Farah's face.

"Er'ron!" A little voice said.

"Sol'era?" The parents said in unison.

"Er'ron is a nice name!" Her smile was filled with innocence and happiness.

"Er'ron…it's a Chon'sin name, but he was born on the high seas…" Se'ra said pondering the name, it was nice but inside she new the child wasn't of Chon'sin nationality.

"Okay remove the accent then…Erron instead of Er'ron." Farah said calmly looking upon the sleeping infant.

"Erron…Erron Wolfe!" The boy opened his eyes, they were a deep blue, like the ocean he was born upon. He giggled and smiled for a bit then curled up in his mothers arms and fell back asleep. "Well at least someone is at ease right now." Se'ra said joyfully, passing the infant to his father.

"He's light, we have to feed him well." Farah said in a concerned tone.

"How do you know that? The closest thing to a child you've held is your sword! You certainly treat it like one!" Se'ra chuckled lightly. The bellowing voice of the ships first mate sounded like a horn.

"Port Ferox ahoy! Prepare to land!"

Closing Comments

Welp, I wrote this for a laugh and it ended up being incredibly enjoyable! I shall try to put out as much as I can. Reviews are helpful as I'm not a great creative writer, so advice and criticism is appreciated! -Muffin