Disclaimer: The Fire Emblem series elements (characters, settings, series, etc.) belong respectively to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems. The only character I own for this fic is Galen Sage. My other original characters Fancy, Jibs and Zenner, and the invited original characters who appear in the original Fire Emblem Gx do not appear in this fic.

The holiday season was just around the corner, and both the world of Fire Emblem knew very much how to kick it off. With store blowout sales, Christmas decors adorned in every home, eggnog recipes flying all over, the aroma of gingerbread, mint, and delicious turkey and hams overwhelming many noses, and children getting excited for the arrival of the wise and magical father of Christmas, Santa Claus.

One particular region in the Fire Emblem world celebrated the holiday season also. But it was not Christmas.

The Legion of Beasts was a league of countries consisting of a tribe of human shape-shifting animals known as the Laguz. The Beast Kingdom of Gallia, the Hawk Kingdom of Phoenicis, the Raven Kingdom of Kilvas, the Heron Forest of Serenes, the Wolf Desert of Hatari, and the Dragon Empire of Goldoa are among the countries that do not know the worldwide-celebrating holiday. Heck, they don't even know what it meant. What they celebrated however was Fear Day, the day to turn all joy and happiness into fright and terror to anyone entering their territories.

Laguz do not believe in Christmas. According to Laguz beliefs, it was said that Beorc holidays such as Christmas were nothing but speck of "make-believe" coming from the low-living humans.

But what would happen to a Laguz if he or she discovers Christmas? And what would be the fate of Fear Day? The answers will be found here in this special holiday adventure.

Muston decided to stop his horse-pulling trailer from going any further up the steepest hill of Gallia's highest mountains. He was extremely exhausted. But that didn't stop a few passengers in the trailer from complaining.

"Hey! Why are we stopping?" Aimee asked with a southern accent.

"Why do you think we're stopping?" Muston barked with his Australian accent, "My feet are killing me! That's why!"

"But we can't just stop in the middle of nowhere!" Jorge said with his English accent, "We're in Gallia and it's December! We don't want them beasts to see us!"

"Oh, don't worry Daniel. They can't hear us." Jorge's twin brother Daniel told him, also carrying an English accent, before whispering, "Just as long as we don't make a whisper when we talk."

"Whisper?" the three merchants blinked.

"They say that Laguz won't bother us at this time of night if we whisper. One more crack and they could scare the soul out of us!" Daniel said.

"Good idea." Aimee said in a whisper also, "No talking loud. Just whispering."

After a split-second, a loud yawn surprised the hushing crowd. All eyes turned on a redhead teenager who was waking up from his nap.

"Are we there yet?" the teen exclaimed out loud with an urban American accent.

"Galen!" the three merchants squealed in low tone before signaling him to hush.

Galen immediately closed his mouth. Galen was always a troublemaker among the citizens of the Fire Emblem World. And he always wore something different. Heck, even more different than the royals.

That was because Galen came from the real world. And somehow he ended up being stuck in the Fire Emblem world, which so happens to be a popular card game in his world that control the Fire Emblem world's future.

Since Galen arrived, people have been treating him differently, like he was either a royal or a being of higher calling. But Galen was just like everybody else. A regular guy with an upbeat, enthusiastic, fun-loving, thrill-seeking, steadfast, comical, and sometimes a bit of a stubborn and troublemaking personality.

Which explains the grave danger he just put himself and the four merchants in, as wolves' cry and beasts' growl started renting the air.

"Way to go, sire!" Jorge sounded angry, "Now Laguz will have our meats, for sure!"

"Sorry guys. I didn't know I would wake up in the middle of a silent movie!" Galen exclaimed.

"Jorge, please respect Master Galen." Aimee said, "He can't help it being clumsy like that."

"Hey, wait a second! First of all, I am not clumsy. Okay? I am hot!" Galen haughtily smiled

"Hot? It's 30 degrees out and it's freezing!" Muston complained.

The beasts' growls and wolves' cries suddenly followed with the screeching sounds of preying birds.

"Can we talk about the weather some other time, and get the bloody hell out of here?" Daniel sounded like he was about to cry.

"I CAN'T! I'M PANICKING!" Muston screamed, literally transfixed with fear. Whenever he was afraid of something or something bad was going to come at him, he would completely freeze.

"Aye, Merciful heavens!" Aimee mumbled.

"Guys! Guys! Guys! Don't panic, okay? Let me fix it!" Galen said.

"How?" Aimee asked.

"I'll guide the convoy in Muston's place! Easy, see?" Galen said before he went up to the front of the convoy and grabbed hold of the cord attached to the two horses pulling the trailer.

"All right, me boy. Just do what you can do." Muston cheered on.

Just before Galen had the chance to pull, a large raven descended from above, blocking their way. The merchants and Galen screamed in panic. Suddenly, a crowd of ravens circled around the trailer, and the merchants' faces turned white.

Galen immediately pulled out his sword and started swinging at the birds, hoping to shoo them off.

"Leave us alone, man! We want nothing from you! Just leave!" he shouted.

Suddenly the bird tribe went showering their beaks on the trailer, destroying it completely, and the large raven bird knocked Galen unconscious before whisking him away to the dark sky with his talons. Jorge jumped in the front seat of the damaged trailer, turned it around and took off in haste, leaving Galen at the mercy of the raven tribe.

xXx

Galen slowly woke up and noticed a change of his surrounding. Castle Gallia looked like an ancient building. Like the kind of building made for ritual. There were barely any walls. Just columns that supported the castle's foundation and ceiling. Standing torches were aligned by the columns, lighting up the room, but not giving out any heat due to the frigid wind passing through the castle where the walls were supposed to be.

Galen saw he was lying on a cover sheet covering a stone pedestal, and when he sat up he felt ache all over his body. How do those people sleep? He wondered before looking around the castle. It was completely deserted, like no one lived here for decades.

"Hellooo? Anybody here?" He called but received no response.

"Damn, this place is so dark and cold, it's like jail." he thought, "I hope I'm not in jail."

He suddenly felt a presence behind him. He turned around to see a pale face with blue hair drawn to the back, slanted eyes, and pointy ears.

"Whoa!" Galen jumped.

Naesala glided toward him threateningly with his Raven posse following behind.

"Human!" Naesala hissed, "Why are you trespassing the Legion of Beasts?"

"Hey man, I'm not trespassing! You're the one who kidnapped me!" Galen exclaimed.

"Do you know what we do to human trespassing the Legion of Beasts?" Naesala exclaimed, "We tear you up from limb to limb, stripping you bare and meaty!"

"Okay, ew, and not a pretty picture."

"Naesala! That's enough!" a hawk cry stopped Naesala from approaching Galen any further. Tibarn entered the chamber. He was escorted by Janaff, Ulki, and their laguz soldiers. Shortly came the prince of Beasts Skrimir along with Ranulf, Lethe, Lyre, Mordecai and Kysa. Then finally Nailah, Volug, and the Serenes siblings Rafiel, Reyson and Leanne came in.

All except Naesala were in animal form as they approached Galen slowly, causing the boy to step back and to shake in fear. He felt like being trapped in a cage full of beasts, ready to turn him into lunch.

"Leave the boy alone, will ya?" Tibarn told Naesala, "Of course that doesn't help it since he looks delicious!"

That last phrase including the Beasts' growling in low tune and the birds ruffling their feathers didn't calm Galen down.

"Okay, I understand you guys don't want to hurt me," Galen said, "but stop following me."

The Laguz returned into their human form.

"What are you even doing here, Beorc?" Tibarn said.

"Beorc?" Galen blinked, "What kind of name is that? Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"An insult would be calling you human." Naesala said.

Galen shrugged, "Of course I'm human! I'm proud to be."

The Laguz looked at each other in disbelief before staring back at a blank-faced Galen. Either that guy was being provocative or he was really clueless. Acknowledging himself as a human? He was nothing like the other Beorcs they've met.

"Okay, enough of this idiotic game you play!" Skrimir roared, "Give us one good reason why we can't feast on you on Fear Day?"

"What?" Galen stuttered, "But I thought Laguz don't eat human!"

"We don't." Tibarn said, "We just kill you instantly and get rid of the body for the cannibal termites to feast on you. That only happens at this time of year, to any human trespassing!"

Galen quickly looked around, hoping to catch something of his surroundings that will be a good reason for the Laguz to not kill him. Then, he noticed something. It was the entire room that was noticeable. It was missing a lot of stuffs.

He finally faced them, "Wait a minute. It's December. Where are all your Christmastime stuffs?"

"Christmastime?" Reyson sounded repulsed. The Laguz all murmured the same way. Their response surprised Galen.

"Yeah." he responded anyway, "The Christmas tree, the lights, the snowmen, reindeer, all that North Pole Santa Claus junks. Y'know, good junks."

"Did you called us jerks?" Ulki sounded angry. The Laguz all responded in anger.

Galen shook his head, "No, no, no! I didn't! I swear!"

The Laguz all calmed down. Galen continued, "Wait, so you guys don't celebrate Christmas?"

The Laguz looked at each other before shaking their heads. Galen was floored.

"Well, that's not hot!" he finally said.

"Well too bad." Tibarn said, "If you want to be hot, might as well grow some feathers or fur to keep yourself toasty all winter, because it's going to be a -!"

Galen shook his head, "No, no, no! I'm not talking about the weather! I'm just…" he then sighed in a bit of frustration. "It's just an expression."

"We don't celebrate Christmas!" Skrimir said, "Christmas is a Beorc childish holiday. What we Laguz celebrate is Fear Day."

"Fear Day?"

"Yeah, why do you think you went pale out there when we seized you?" Naesala turned only his face into raven face. Galen quickly backed out.

"Okay, okay! It looks like I'm stepping on some feet here!" Galen said, "I'll tell you what. Why don't I help you all get into the Christmas spirit?"

Galen noticed the dismissal expressions in the Laguz' faces. He quickly said, "Oh, come on! It'll be fun! What's happiness at the end of the year without Christmastime?"

"Here's what I call happiness? Roasted redhead Beorc on rye!" Naesala licked his lips and the rest of the laguz started hooting and approaching Galen threateningly. Tibarn tried to calm the Laguz down but they quickly got out of control. They swept Galen off his feet and started dragging him out of the castle.

"Heel!" A booming lion roar halted the Laguz from taking another step. Caineghis entered the chamber, followed by his shadow self Giffca.

"Drop him." Caineghis ordered, "I have something to say to the Beorc boy."

The Laguz offhandedly dropped Galen to the ground. Caineghis approached the boy who slowly stood to his feet after such rough landing.

"Here is the deal." Caineghis spoke, "If you are so determined to have us celebrate this Beorc holiday called Christmas, we will by no means celebrate this Christmas…"

The Laguz hooted in horror. But that didn't stop Caineghis from continuing his speech, "… but that will only happen on only one condition. You make it worth celebrating."

"And it better be fun." Tibarn added.

"And make it an everlasting memory for even my Raven children. 'cuz we've had enough of these bad memories of our looting days." Naesala added.

The Laguz roared in agreement. But Caineghis wasn't done.

"But if you fail," Caineghis sounded threatening, "you are not going to set foot on this land ever again to disturb us. Not on Fear Day. Not ever."

Galen smiled. He didn't just smile because he finally won the Laguz over, but he smiled because he already knew the perfect plan on making the Laguz Christmas the best ever.

"Don't worry sir." he said, "I guarantee that you will not regret this."