Disclaimer: The following characters and settings of the Fire Emblem series are a belonging of Nintendo and Intelligent Systems. The characters (Mace, Wiz, Zoe, Adrion, Adam, Nicole, Trevor, Keri, Ben, Chelsea, and Mace of Kilvas and Mina of Kilvas) are the only belongings of the author.

Chapter 13: The Noel Feast Disaster

-Melior Royal Villa-

The dining room was filled with the guests invited by the caroling, and glorious holiday foods. Among the guests were Nephenee, Ilyana, Astrid, Marcia, and her brother Makalov. The entire cast was enjoying the feast, yet something among them did not feel Christmassy.

"MM, CHESTNUTS!" Marcia squealed, enjoying a glass of eggnog, "This drink is delicious! What is this again?"

To her question, Mist, Ben, Gatrie, Kieran, and Mia spewed their drink off their mouth. "What… is this again?" Mist narrowed her eyes. Marcia nodded.

"It's eggnog." Gatrie responded, "Isn't that one of Christmas' specialties from around the world?"

"Christmas?" Astrid cocked her head on one side, "Who's Christmas?"

"'Who is Christmas?'" Kieran sneered, "It's a worldwide holiday and... why am I explaining this?"

"Is that a joke or do you all have amnesia?" Mia asked.

"Well…" Makalov added, "It's just that we've never seen or experience Christmas before..."

"What!" Ben gasped, "You've never exp—what about last year's Christmas Bash, or that bar mitzvah two years ago, and... Oh, remember that great Laguz Christmukkah program near the Cathedral?"

"Ooh!" Mia squealed, "I love that program!"

"That was crazy." Nephenee replied.

"And they had great foods!" Ilyana gulped her plate down.

"Yeah," Ben agreed, "Don't tell me you guys don't remember all of that."

Astrid, Marcia, and Makalov looked at each other then back at the gang and shook their heads, "Honestly," Astrid replied, "We never had such great events you've just described."

"Yeah." Makalov nodded, "December at Begnion is like any other... normal months."

Everyone, expect the Begnion nobles, dropped their jaws. "Eh, eh, eh." Shinon giggled.

"What's so darn funny Shinon?" Gatrie grumbled.

"Remember when you spoke earlier of how Christmas would be like at Begnion?" Shinon reminisced, "Turns out there's no such thing. It working!"

Gatrie felt that Shinon's words brutally stabbed him in the heart, "Urg, that's hurtful Shinon." he groaned.

"It's the truth."

"It is not!"

"Is too."

"Is not!"

"Is too."

Gatrie and Shinon's arguments caused a hullabaloo at the table. Mist rose up and spoke through the angry noise, "You know what? Why should we fight when we can listen to some holiday music huh?"

Mist ran for the jukebox and played one of the Christmas instrumental song played by the Serbian Orchestra. Through the orchestral music, the argument began elevating and elevating until it reached into a bowling point. Mist angrily raised the volume up and so does the argument and suddenly all the windows shattered.

At that moment, a sudden silence ensued among the gang.

"Anyone wanna replace the windows?" Ben muttered.

-Riven Bridge-

Near the River Bridge was a grassland filled of many small homes, farms and pastures, all belonging to Crimean citizens from med-to-low classes. Lucia, Bastian and Geoffrey stood at one door and knocked. They were all dressed in sheer holiday costumes and hat in blue and white color and they were holding parchment of written holiday hymns.

The door swung open and there stood Brom and his family, "Hey guys!" he greeted.

"Brom!" Lucia replied, "Good to see you and your family. We're wishing you a merry Christmas."

"Gee thanks." Brom scratched his head. His wife simply smiled and the kids were all crawled in together in front. The nervous Lucia faced Geoffrey and Bastian, "Break it down boys."

"We wish you a merry Christmas," Geoffrey began.

"We wish you a merry Christmas," Bastian continued.

"We wish you a merry Christmas," Lucia followed.

"And a happy New Year!" The three went together.

"Good tidings we bring," Lucia sang.

"To you and your kins," Bastian added.

Sneaking inside the house was Trevor, disguised similarly to the trio, in addition of a beard and a bag of invitations enclosed in envelopes he carried. He slipped the invitation at the tree's star and signaled the trio outside with his thumb and index finger together.

"Good tidings for Chris—thank you!" Geoffrey abruptly stopped and left in haste. Bastian and Lucia followed, all smiles.

"Happy holidays!" Bastian greeted.

The family felt disappointed. Brom sticked his head outside and called, "Wait a minute! That's it? No more?"

Lucia yelled, "Just stay tuned, fellow guests!"

Brom and his family stared at each other confusingly, and finally closed their door. Trevor rejoined the trio.

"Sweet deal! It worked... again." Trevor cried happily.

"We got five people down," Lucia revised, "and plenty more to go."

Trevor gasped and pointed at something that just caught his attention, "Look! Up there!"

The trio looked and saw a large manor residence, decorated in lights and decors. It was as if the manor was a winter wonderland. "This is a huge house!" Geoffrey breathed.

"Yes," Bastian agreed, "and it does fit among those of the low-classes."

"That manor belongs to Largo and Calill." Lucia stated, "with their success of running a successful bar at Melior, they deserve some surprise caroling and feast."

"Then we gotta get to that house no matter what!" Trevor proposed, "and invite them to the Noel feast."

"Then why are we sitting around yapping? Let's go then." The foursome made haste for the house.

"Ooh! This is gonna be the best Christmas ever!" Bastian clapped his hands like a happy child.

Elsewhere at the same setting, another band of carolers were getting ready for their own surprise caroling of their own. Among the group were Jill, Haar, Sothe, Volke. Jill paced back and forth and spoke like a general speaking to his recruits.

"All right people, listen up and listen up good!" She yelled, "Christmas is coming soon and we must do some surprising caroling around Crimea, persuading the citizen, Laguz and Beorc, to come and explore our beautiful Daein capital Nevassa, and its glorious Daein Keep for the holiday. Now who in here thinks that nothing beats the holiday like a friendly tourist attraction of Daein?"

"MA'AM WE DO MA'AM!" The gang replied dully in unison. Jill nodded, "Good. Now..." Jill noticed Haar snoring on his wyvern. Jill sighed frustratingly and knocked Haar's head with a piece of wood, "Hey wake up!"

"Mommy, yes mom." He muttered as he began waking up. Jill sighed, "Now where was I? Oh, we were—"

"Just a question." Haar interrupted with a yawn, "Why do you get to be in charge?"

"Because you put me in charge, remember?" Jill interrupted.

"That was four years ago." Haar countered, "This is different. I wanted to be in charge of this whole thing."

"Yeah me too." Volke added, "I mean seriously, why you get to be the boss here? I'm sick of playing the employee."

"Yeah!" Sothe approved as well, "At least can we do the talking here instead of you?"

"Instead of me?" Jill pointed the finger to herself.

"Yeah, seriously Jill," Volke exclaimed, "We just don't like your idea of tourism invitation for our caroling surprise. I mean, to be honest, your idea is pure—"

"Okay! Okay!" Jill interrupted and crossed her arms together, "So what do you want?"

"Me first." Haar dismounted his wyvern, stepped in the center and cleared his throat, "Let's invite them to a slumber party!"

Jill raised an eyebrow, "A slumber party... what are you, a sloth?"

Haar felt offended at Jill's comments. Sothe stepped in next, "How about we invite them to form our first Thieving Club?" he said, "We'll target the less fortunate, allow them to register, and we'll teach them how to steal."

"What?" Jill's eyes almost came out of their sockets, "On Christmas? That's nuts!"

"But everybody is doing it."

"It's nuts! End of story."

"Yeah Sothe!" Volke wrapped his arm around Sothe's shoulder, "It is quite nutsy and it's stupid." he then whispered, "As much as I like that proposal but still..." he faced Jill, "I say we'll help them create a powerful league of intelligence and in about Christmas Day, they'll be able to collect... important data and get hired by today's top-notch nobles."

There was extent approval between the trio with an overwhelming "Oooooh!" Jill however scoffed. "Your ideas are all a bunch of trash!"

"Hey!" Volke hissed, "So does yours."

Before a huge argument took place, Sothe interrupted, "Guys look there!" He pointed at the large holiday-decorated manor spotted earlier. The gang gasped at its view.

"That's a beautiful home." Volke breathed.

"We should get there while we can," Jill proposed, "and give them our ideas."

"You mean your i—"

"You know what?" Jill hissed, "Let's discuss it later."

Everyone made haste for the manor, except Haar who took a blanket, "you know what? Why don't you guys go ahead?" he yawned, "I'll catch up."

Jill suddenly grabbed him by the ear and dragged him down with the company. "Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm up."

The front door of the manor swung open in response of the knocking. Standing there were Largo and Calill. They smiled at the carolers who've recently arrived.

"Ah, if it isn't Queen Elincia's company with Geoffrey as well." Calill smiled at the trio, especially Geoffrey. Trevor was out to performed his caroling duty once more.

"That's us!" Geoffrey replied.

"Great to see you again." Largo smiled as well.

"Thank you so much." Lucia responded, "and we're wishing you—"

"—A merry Christmas!" Jill's voice sounded from behind them. The trio turned around only to be slammed down by Haar and Jill's wyverns. Largo and Calill watched the scene that was going to get ugly.

"HEY! WATCH IT!" Lucia hissed.

"Hi." Jill placed her hands on her hips, "Recognized us?"

"Well, if it isn't the Daein people." Bastian sarcastically stated.

"We have real names you know?" Sothe grimaced.

"We may not be enemy," Jill said, "But we are on this one."

Lucia, Bastian, Geoffrey, Jill, Haar, and Sothe shot glares at each other, "Well, you're not going to carol this house!" Lucia clenched her hand.

"We'll see." Jill sneered. From then, the entire gang performed the holiday instrumental music by the orchestra, "Laa, la-la-la! Laa, la-la-la! Laa, la-la-la! Laa, la-la-la!"

"La-la-la-la-la-la laa, la-la-la-la laa, la-la-la-la laa, la-la."

Largo and Calill stared at each other. While this was happening, Trevor entered through the window to slip in the invitation on Largo and Calill's Christmas tree when he saw glowing red eyes, incognito behind the tree's branches and ornaments.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Trevor screamed as Volke, the source of the red eyes, rushed out of the tree and pulled the archer with him. The tree began rocking as punches were heard landing. This caught everyone's attention.

"For the love of gingerbread and eggnog!" Calill gasped as the gang witness the tree falling down greatly, shattering the ornaments and messing up the decors, "What is going on here?"

"MY TREE!" Largo wept over his tree. Trevor and Volke popped their heads out of the tree and looked at each other. They were all torn up and messy besides the tree. The invitation, due to the quarrel, was ripped in two.

"He did it." Volke pointed at a horrified Trevor who looked as if his life just flashed before his eyes. Lucia, Bastian, Geoffrey, Jill, and Sothe stared at each other then took off in haste, leaving behind a sleeping Haar. The wyvern lord woke up and saw Largo and Calill's eyes lusting for blood. For the first time, he felt widely awake.

"Umm... hey there." he grimaced nervously and waved, "Nice tree."

NEXT CHAPTER…