A/N: This is my first Fire Emblem fan fiction, but not my first fiction overall. After I surprisingly won a 3DS XL by winning the Pile Up arcade game, I immediately bought FE:A ASAP. Gods, I just love everything in this game (except when the enemies' 30% hit chance actually hits my characters (Freaking Orton on hard mode, killing My Unit with a 29% chance!1)). In the end, I found the RNG a necessary evil in the game.

So, this MU will not exactly be the same MU. His lineage is the same, but his origins are slightly different. His name will NOT be Robin, because Robin is the father. He's not Morgan either.

My Unit's View

Darkness. I can only see darkness. Just pure black. Nothing. I can't move, I can't smell, I can't feel anything. Mu. It feels... rigid, yet it doesn't make sense since I can't feel anything. I can only hear my own voice inside my head, but since I can't move, I can't speak. Why am I here? How did I get here? I-I don't even remember what am I, or where I came from.

"You, Child!"

A voice? I wanted answers from this mysterious voice. The voice was masculine and commanding. I have a feeling this entity is someone serious. I can't speak...

"You too have the heart of He, He who ends all."

What? Don't speak to me in riddles, voice!

"It is time to arise! Awaken! Why is it you of all people?!"

I can't speak. Why is he telling me to speak? I can't even see, move, or do anything.

"Speak, you silent cretin!"

"W-w-wha-"

"How long did it take you to speak? Why did you not speak earlier?"

"Dude, I couldn't even feel anything, let alone speak!"

"Well then, open your eyes!"

"H-how-"

"Do as I say!"

With strong effort, my eyes slowly opened, revealing a blinding light. I tried closing my eyes, but my left eye closed fully, and my right eye started to feel burning pain, as if a laser pointer was shot into my eye. I covered my right eye with my hand, returning my surrender to the abyssal black.

"Wake up, now. Wake up from this foolish dream, Son of the Ender."

What do you mean Ender? Am I some some sort of doomsday device or something? Before I even asked the voice's name, I felt my back gently hit what felt like the ground. Grass blades tickled my arms and legs as I lay down. From a vegetable, to a sleeping man. My limbs felt numb, but I was still glad I'm able to move again. It felt like being released from compressed area. It felt refreshing to be alive again and moving. Better than being in the empty darkness.

The feeling of emptiness was gone, now replaced with exhaustion. I may feel my limbs right now, but I don't feel like moving. I find comfort in this makeshift bed. As minutes passed, I felt my breathing steady. Sleep. It's so peaceful. I just want to sleep right now and wake up in my home. Wait, where is home? What is my home? I don't remember. A few hours past; only dreamless sleep. I felt snug lying on this bed of grass. I thought I was in some sort of purgatory or heaven, but I thought wrong.

"Chrom, we have to do something," a female voice said. The girl's voice is kinda cute, but it's probably coming from a mid-teens girl.

"What do you propose we do?" an older male voice spoke out. Is he the female voice's brother?

"I-I don't know,"

I opened my eyes and saw a girl wearing some sort of yellow Victorian-styled dress. Her hair is styled in two pigtails and her eyes are a faint green. The man standing to her right was a much taller man. This man has a weird fashion sense. He wears some sort of blue royal soldier coat, complete with two white belts forming an "X" wrapped around his right side. A white cape leaned on his left arm, covering his sleeved arm. His right arm is fully bare, with his shoulder revealing a peculiar tattoo. This man has a head of blue hair and his eye color seems to match the blonde girl's eyes, possibly being her older brother.

When they saw my open eyes, both were surprised at my awakening. The girl arced her back, leaning forward to see my face. The blue haired man leaned slightly closer to me to see my face.

"I see your awake now," he said.

I looked at the blonde girl. As noted by her body, she's quite young.

"Hey there,"

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground you know," he said, "Give me your hand."

He outstretched his bare arm to me. A small detached sleeve rested on his wrists, connected to a gray glove.

I reached my hand to his and shortly witnessed an eerie mark on my hand. When did I get this tattoo? Before I could ponder more into its origins, I was pulled back up on my feet.