It is the dead of a cold night in a particular hilly village.
Yet the cry of a women screams beyond of the halls of a large hut. People all over the village bend on to their knees, praying outside the long house. An old man wearing only a bear cloak, wields a branch as he begins to dance and recite his speech in ancient gibberish, while an old women set ablaze a bonfire in different colors of red, blue, and green sparks flicker towards the sky.
This particular sky is never enveloped in total darkness. No, the night is unlike any nights throughout centuries. The aurora light has appeared that has been only heard of in legends. It is said that the light once graced their ancestors to bring good tidings, bringing forth a golden age to come.
As the people remained outside despite the cold, the long house is surrounded by armed guards, waiting to chop their blades at any who dared to disturb for their chief's lady wife's labor.
In a particular room, the women cried in pain as her husband grips her hand tightly. They have never experienced something this intense when they held their first born son. Yet their second born child brought them a blessing they could never dream of. There has been omens ever since the mother had conceived with her husband. The lakes were filled with fish to the brim, the faunas kept their greens in winter seasons, and the nightly stars began to appear more frequently.
The druids, noticing the changes of the land, banded together from different tribes as they try to investigated what the cause was.
There was once a prophecy long before their ancestors settled in the tundra. Within the text of an old ruin found were the following;
'From the skies above the heavens, to seas below the deep, cometh wisdom of wings against tiding of doom. From the ashes, shall the land be revealed in the golden years.'
Each villages came out with nothing particular special besides the omen, but when they reached the outskirts of the the Valr tribe, the amount of miracles happening there were as clear as spring.
Finally locating the source, the druids try to learn what the gods are trying to show them. As they investigated further, an old druid came before the most senior of elders.
His name is Garth, high druid of the Valr tribe, and he's been monitoring his liege wife condition for the past months. He wasn't certain if she was the cause of the omens happening throughout the land, until during the champion's feast, a tournament of warriors fighting bare fist, that Garth noticed all kinds of birds were staring at her without blinking.
Of course, some of them didn't believe what he claimed, accusing that he was only trying to exert more influence. After all, their tribes have been competing each other's territory and resources for centuries. In this desolate frozen land, its survival of the fittest.
However, with the aurora light appearing on the day of birth, such suspicions were eliminated entirely.
For too long, faith in the Triach Doire had been diminished. With the constant threat of monsters waiting beyond the wild and among themselves, the tribesmen lost faith in the gods that even they weren't sure exists.
Now, with a miracle happening before them, it eliminates the doubts to those that are there.
In a room where the mother was about to bring new life into the world, was a man beside her.
"Hera, please bear with it just a few more moments!" A large man with a round belly cried as he clamped hands together, tightly to the women's hand. His messy blond hair hasn't been properly washed, simply because he was out hunting a frost boar for the occasion. It wasn't your average boar, weighing around 200 lbs, rather the frost boar is a 15 feet giant white creature with tusk made to break boulders. In the world of fire emblem, monsters are man eating beast that comes in different varieties. As he caught the wild boar in his trap, his retainer brought news that Hera was in labor. He immediately road on the hog all the way back to his village, Awing the spectators.
"It will all be over very soon! You just need to-" an arm was flung towards his face. There was a sound of a crack as he was knocked back to the wall.
"SHU' THE F@CK UP, HALGER! YOU TRY HAVING A CHILD IN YOUR V'ELLY! SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT EASY TO PUSH!" She grind her teeth. Her red hair flared up as she gives an aggressive look, ready to pounce.
The door opened up as an old women enter with a basket of a leather leash, herbs soaked in water, and a blanket. Garth followed from behind as he saw the chieftain with a bloody nose.
"My lady! Please calm yourself, you might make it difficult for the baby!" Garth eyes widen as he tried to raise his hands to gesture he was harmless.
"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?! IT'S THIS NUMBSKULL THAT DRAGS A F@CKIN' BEAST NEAR MY BABIES!" She howled, as her belly swelled from every fiber of her abs.
"Hera, beloved, I have everything under control! I could kill the beast had it not assist me to return for our child! It's a blessing from the gods that led me here!" Halger quickly protest, returning to Hera side, again clamping his hand on hers.
"Your husband is right, dear. The gods have grant you this blessing just as I was blessed with you! Focus on ignoring the pain." The old women then took out the leather leash as she folds it to make it thicker.
"Mama!" Hera cried as she tilt her head into the old woman's embrace.
Hera then bites it down, hoping that it may cope with the pain she experiencing.
Halger gawk his mouth, seeing the different treatment she's doing for his mother-in-law.
Garth was granted the honor to deliver the baby, since he was the one to monitor Hera's condition. After all, he's also the tribe's eldest healer.
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Nearly an hour had passed, as Hera pushed with all her might. Despite their best effort, the baby hasn't come out yet.
Garth continue to use the herbs, as he brush it over her belly, chanting. He wasn't sure if his passed mentor taught him enough to prepare for this important event, so he ask the others for their advice.
Each druid however, follows three different branches of the Triarch Diore, the fire, earth, and water. In the fire branch, they suggest that he light some incense to allow the fire spirits to guide the child out. The earth branch believe that he should bring a plant to the room, praying that the spirits of the forest would grant them protection from harm. And finally, the water branch instructs him to rub water on Hera's belly to bless the child by the ocean.
Nevertheless, Garth decided that he'll need all the help he could get. Not only does he fear the chance of failure in the child's birth, he was quite concerned with other druids reaction if he choose one of the three methods.
As he prepared himself, he finally saw the child's head.
"My lady! Just one more push, the child is almost out!"
"ERRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Hera started to grip Halger's hand as hard as she can.
An infant cries out the room.
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Garth, on his very hands, is the child from the prophecy that will bring prosperity throughout the land, crying throughout the halls.
Hera nearly passed out as her mother wipes the sweat from her forehead. After Garth cleaned the baby and wrapped him in a blanket, he presented the child to Halger as he stood there, crying in joy.
As shaky his hand can be, Halger tried his best to held the baby to his chest, gazing upon his son's face. The baby cries quieted down afterwards. Never had he seen such blonde hair as his, let alone shiny.
As he caress the baby, Hera regained her consciousness as she reached out her hand.
"Halger, let me hold him. Let me see my baby."
Halger took a few moments until he complied to her request. Now in her hands, Hera begins to breast feed the infant. She smiles as gazed at her son's hair.
"He has your hair, Halger." Now she regained her loving eyes, putting him at ease.
Halger watched as he approached them. While he bend to one knee as he wraps his arms around his wife, he began to ask a question.
"What should we name him? I have some idea for our little boy. Halger junior!" Halger lighten the mood with a toothy smile. Hera didn't bat an eye as she slowly gazed into his eyes. She thought she would have more time, but an urge came out through her head. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was a good name.
"Reginald. Let's call him Reginald."
The old women smiled as she sat on a chair besides the bed. In the first time in her life, she felt that the baby is destined for something greater. She should let her husband and sons, who hailed from the Medved tribe, what happened. She knows her husband will be overjoyed for another grandson.
As the lovely couple cope the aftermath of their labor, Garth had to move immediately. As of now, with the birth of the boy, the other druids won't remain silent as they are. Although some would offer to take the boy for tutelage, others believe that the child is a threat to their tribes, thus willingly resort to assassinations, if not an all out attack.
Garth pray that day would never come.