Foreword
Howdy, Muffin here! Bringing you Chapter 4! *Fanfares* The last chapter of Erron's childhood, with his emotional adventure beginning.

(I don't own Fire Emblem or it's characters, but if I did…I WOULD…yeah you get the joke.) (Italics are quotes, bold text is transitions, brackets are thoughts or whispers)

Time…
Another three years passed with Erron living on the streets, his days had gotten easier with Sumia and Cordelia visiting him a lot of the time, they had been bringing him food and warmer clothes, so Erron didn't need to steal as much. He had warmed up to the girls, more so than anyone else after he lost his family. Cordelia and Sumia had learned that Erron was afraid of touching people or being touched and that he wasn't an Ylissean native, other than that he didn't say much about himself. Erron learned a lot about his new friends as well, the two girls new each other since they were toddlers, they shared the dream of becoming Ylissean Pegasus Knights and in turn they were both fascinated by the winged beasts. It was usual for them to stop and visit Erron before noon to give him some food that they had prepared in the morning, and as they were making their visit one day, they noticed Erron was not alone; instead he was conversing with a very aged man that wore exotic blue robes, he was not of Ylisse, he spoke with a foreign accent and was showing great interest in Erron's sword.

"It belonged to my father…what else do you need to know." Erron spoke coldly, holding the sheathed blade in his hands, he clutched it closely to his chest, almost trying to protect the blade.

"Fie, I only show interest because I knew a wielder of that blade." He spoke genuinely, not trying to be confrontational. "He had black hair like you, and the same crimson eyes."

"What? You knew my father? Tell me, NOW!" Erron rarely raised his voice but hearing mention of his family angered him, he never knew much about his family's past, except his father was from a place called Ferox and his mother from a country across the sea called Chon'sin.

"Calm yourself child. Your father was a warrior that came to my homeland many years ago, I had taught him about the origins of that sword, and I taught him how to fight with it. My name is Wei'lu of the Black Eagle." He motioned to his shoulder which had a metal shoulder guard, which bore a stylised crest of a bird in flight. Wei'lu was tall, he had brown eyes and a face that was clearly aged, he stood hunched over using a sword's sheath as a walking stick. His robes were a light blue, with fur trimming the neck, it cut off at his upper arms, which were gauntleted with leather bracers. He wore baggy grey trousers and shin high boots, which were also fur trimmed. The old man bowed his head.

"My name is Erron Wolfe." He said cautiously, but he bowed out of courtesy.

"It took a long while for news to get to me that Farah had passed, and that he was living in Ylisstol before he met his fate." He said with a sorrowful tone. "I would of come sooner, but I wasn't notified till a few months ago…"

"Five years…" Erron said angrily. "It's been five years since I lost my family…" His fists were clenched and he looked down. "I've been living like this for five years…and now you show up, saying that you're sorry!?" He glared at Wei'lu, his eyes filled with anger. "I shou-"

"Erron, who is this man?" Cordelia and Sumia ran up to their friend, worry, plastered on their faces. "What did he do to you!?" Cordelia shared Erron's anger.

"Why must you children all be so spiteful," The tall man said, rolling his eyes. "I'm here to offer you the same tutelage as your father."

"You'll teach me how to use my dad's sword?" He looked down at the long blade. (…Vengeance…) He muttered under his breath quite sinisterly as dark thoughts coursed in his conscious.

"The blade is called Hoissurā, it means 'Whistler'; as it was said the blade whistled like the wind when it cut down the unjust." Wei'lu spoke quite poetically in his description of the blade. "Legend says the blade can conjure forth the power of a storm!" He was excited and avidly spoke of this seemingly legendary sword. "Your father searched for the sword after I found that his bloodline was worthy of wielding Hoissurā, your blood Erron; the Wolfe lineage." The young boy looked down at the blade. (...Dad...)

"…I want to learn. To honour my father." Erron's rage became determination, any chance he had to be closer to his family in spirit, he would take without a doubt.

"Hah, a good response!" The elder swordsman said with a prideful laugh. "Take what you have and I'll return at sundown, then we'll begin your training."

Sumia and Cordelia were bystanders in this situation, Erron had never told them that he lost his family, and now he was being taught how to fight with a sword? "Wait, wait! Will we still get to see him!?" Cordelia said tugging at Wei'lu's robe, with Sumia nodding vigorously.

"Hah, I wouldn't take someone from such caring friends!" He said heartily. "But he won't be staying in this alleyway." He motioned to place where Erron was living. "He'll learn to survive in worse." His tone became serious.

"That won't stop me." Erron was even more serious than his new mentor. "Come back at sundown…I'll be ready." He nodded and looked up at the old warrior.

"Fie. Farewell for now!" He bowed again, then waved as he walked off with an easily seen limp. As the veteran walked off Erron began to tie up what he had in one of his blankets, creating a makeshift pack.

"You're really serious about this aren't you…" Sumia was looking down and shuffling her feet.

"I have to do this, I have to." He picked up his things and turned to face his friends. "I'm not leaving you both. Don't worry." He didn't smile but his voice was sincere.

"Bu-but you could get hurt…" Cordelia said, tears welling up in her eyes. Sumia was trying to reassure her friend, but she was nearly about to break down.

"I've been through worse," He walked over to Cordelia and hesitantly, due to his fear, placed his hand on her shoulder. "And you two helped me through, I know that I'll be fine, you'll make sure of that." Cordelia looked up and dried her eyes at a shocking sight, for the first time, Erron had a warm smile on his face, he then walked back and sat by the crate, placing his things next to him.

"Promise us you'll stay safe!" Sumia said, giving Erron the food she had made for him.

"You know I'll be okay." He began to eat the sandwich he had been gifted.

Cordelia began to give Erron a mental checklist of things to remember. "Well let us know how you are, visit us always, and don't get too hurt and-"

"As I said; I'll be fine, I have to do this, for my family…" He finished his food and wished his friends goodbye. As they walked off Erron held his sword and began to recall what Wei'lu said about the blade.

"The blade whistled like the wind when it cut down the unjust."

(The unjust…I'll honour our name dad…I have to.)

Tutelage…
The first year was gruelling, before Erron even drew his blade, Wei'lu taught him physical and mental discipline, to be unbreakable; in body and mind. When he started with a sword, it wasn't even his own and he was bested by his mentor many times, but each time filled him with more determination. Over the course of his five years of training, he had become incredibly proficient with Hoissurā utilising a style that made incredible use of the sword's shape and the user's skill; Wei'lu had called it Iaido an ancient Chon'sin technique focusing on the first strike, he said that it was an impractical style, but the lightness and seemingly razor sharp edge of Hoissurā allowed Erron to be efficient with all of his strikes. At the end of the fifth year, Erron had grown to be 16; his height had changed a lot, he was as tall his mentor now, in his training he gained a few scars; minor cuts on his arms and back. He had finally cut his hair, but only by a little; it draped past his ears and was swept over his left eye, obscuring it from view and now he had a ponytail, reaching down to his shoulder blades, he was the spitting image of his father, as Wei'lu would say a lot of the time.

"Your training has finished Erron, there isn't anything more for me to teach. You've mastered all of the forms I showed you, and you have even managed to best me in a duel!" Wei'lu said full of pride, bowing to his protégé. "If you want to get stronger, you must venture out, find other swordsmen; your training will mean nothing if you cannot fight the very best."

"Thank you master." Erron bowed graciously. "So now I travel? To hone my skills further…" The notion of traveling intrigued the young swordsman, he had never strayed far from Ylisstol.

"Yes, now…I have nothing left to teach, but I have gifts for you." He presented a group of items. "This myrmidon's haori is of a similar fashion to your father's," It was black with white stylings, but had long sleeves and no fur trim, unlike Wei'lu's and the coat tails covered his legs fully. "A cloak, for the harsh weather," he passed him a dark cloak which had a hood that reached over his face and a cowl which he could shield his mouth with. The cloak itself; when worn reached all around his body, concealing him from all sides. "And lastly, this pauldron…I made one like this for your father…" It was black steel that covered the right shoulder, it had a silver inlay portraying a wolf running.

"…Thank you master, for everything. I'll use these well." Erron said, proud that he had finished his training, but sadly that he was leaving his mentor.

"Now go, you might want to tell your friends about your 'news'." Wei'lu strode down the road, leaving out of Ylisstol. "I hope to see you again, Wolfe."

(Master…thank you…) Erron's mind focused. (I have to let them know…)

Morning…
Cordelia awoke to a bright sun, she was excited that she and Sumia were training to become Pegasus Knights, she changed and began to head out, noticing a letter on her door step…

No matter how far away I am, even if it seems unreachable. I will always keep you two safe. I promise you.
-Wolfe

Closing Comments
Adventure time! But seriously, this one was fun to write, sorry if this was long, I was trying to close up the youth thing at 4 chapters, so it may be a little rushed. But as always, I shall start the next chapter after this one is uploaded! Reviews and criticism are always helpful! -Muffin