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Pain.

Such a simple word, and one that described quite well the state she was in, but it was so rote to reduce her suffering to a mere word.  How did one describe watching as your siblings were taken, the screams as cruel experiments were performed upon them?  Watching as one by one they succumbed to the torture either through injury, infection, or madness? 

Then came her turn under the knife and her definition of the word expanded in ways that she could have never imagined.  It was no surprise that her siblings had broken as she laid on the table, knives tracing her veins so that she could be implanted with foreign blood.  The agony as that blood burned through her, bringing with it a flame deep within her very soul. 

Long did she look to the faint light and pray for salvation, begging the goddess to reach out her hand and provide succor to her suffering children.  Their family was supposed to be favored by the goddess, and yet she forsook them one and all. 

The breaking point came when her father came to visit them, and for all the spark of indignation he showed upon seeing the corpse of his eldest daughter, he dared not lift a finger to provide aid.  Instead, he stood there as the other man laughed, and she swore right then that one day they would all burn for what they had done to her siblings.  It was that resolve that allowed her to survive the cruelties, and for that everyone would suffer.

For the monsters had found success in the scarred remains of the child that had once been Edelgard von Hresvelg.  Her soft brown hair had lost all color, now stained white by the horrors inflicted upon her, and her eyes; once gentle amethyst, now glowed a deep purple.  The girl she had once been was gone, and only the shell of a woman scorned by an absent Goddess remained.

Only one sibling of hers remained at that point, her little sister Agnes.  She had yet to taste the bite of a knife, spared the worst of the monster’s ire.  Edelgard stood with newfound power coursing through her veins, a second crest once belonging to the greatest evil in history.  The man that the Kingdom called the ‘King of Liberation’, but Edelgard knew the truth, as did all those in her family to bear the Crest of Seiros. 

Yet, as she stood there with newfound power, the monster that had carved her flesh returned to her cell once more, that evil smile and piercing eye fixed upon her.  His skin was stretched tight around his frame, as if it were a size too small and he stood slightly hunched. 

“Look at you, little bird,” the man said.  Edelgard hadn’t learned his name, nor did she care to, but it would have made him easier to find when the time came to bring ruin upon him.  He was simply the lead surgeon to those that worked around him.  “You will be pleased to know that we will return you to your parents in the morning, and so long as you do as we wish, well…” 

Two others joined him at that time and threw the neighboring cell door open.  Little Agnes screamed as they grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.  Edalgard cried out, rushing to the bars as she frantically reached through them, the Crest of Seiros pulsing within her, but it wasn’t enough to pry the bars open.  

The surgeon grinned wide and Edelgard threw caution to the wind.  She called upon her cursed crest, the power burning through her veins painfully, but she didn’t care.  She needed that monstrous strength and power to save her.  The bars groaned, then began to bend.  A flash of triumph crossed her face, only for the darkness of a Miasma to envelop her. 

Her body dropped, strangled cries rent through her throat as the surgeon shook his head.  “None of that, child.  You see, she is our insurance that you will behave.  So long as you do as ordered, your precious sister will remain unharmed.” 

His hand reached out and the lock to her cell opened. 

“This will be your first test,” the man sneered.  “You are free to return to your parents now, but if you do, your sister dies.  Stay in the cell and she will live another day.  Simple, is it not?” 

And just like that all the defiance left Edelgard at once.  They had her, and anything she did that was out of line would result in the death of her last remaining sibling.  The surgeon laughed, stepping through the open door and laid a cold hand on her shoulder.

“You will do a great many things, this I promise you.  Together we will destroy the last remains of the false goddess that you looked to for salvation, I swear this in the name of Agartha.” 

Edelgard had no idea what that name meant, but she still seared it into her memory.  It was obviously important, and the only link she had to the people that had destroyed her family so thoroughly.  Even as she was left alone in the cell, the door wide open, Edelgard made no move to seek freedom, for she would never again be truly free. 

She was nothing more than a bird in a cage. 

The familiar rustling of rats drew Edelgard from her slumber, if it could even be called that.  More like she had been so hungry and thirsty that she couldn’t keep awake and fell unconscious.  She sat up, her head spinning from the lack of sustenance and once more considered attempting to capture a rat to feast upon. 

What she hadn’t expected was for someone else to be in the cell with her.  They were well hidden in the shadows, but her new Crest made her eyes sharper, and this threat did not go unnoticed.  Yet, what could she do to them?  If this was another test by the surgeon, then all she could do was sit there and take whatever it was they came to do to her.

“El?” 

Wait, she recognized that voice.  It was one that she hadn’t heard in nearly a year since she was brought down into the depths of the palace dungeons.  Looking up, the figure tossed their hood back and Edelgard was treated to the sight of her mother’s shimmering lilac eyes and braided hair. 

“Mom?” 

“Yes El,” she said, stepping closer slowly.  “I…  I only learned you were here hours ago, from your father.  I came as soon as he told me.” 

He’d been keeping all of this a secret from her?  Yet another mark against the man, especially if she had been able to slip past the monsters guarding them all this time.  It set her blood boiling and she could feel the foreign Crest just calling for her to invoke it.  Instead, she just backed away from her mother, much as she wanted to rush into her arms.

“The surgeon said that Agnes would die if I didn’t do as they told,” Edelgard said.

“I…  Agnes has already been lost to their knives,” mother said, a lone tear falling as she spoke.  “They already work to repeat their success with her, and there is nothing we can do to stop it.” 

“But, if we run—” 

“Then she can’t be used against you, and you can’t be used as leverage on her,” mother said, the tears now streaking down her cheeks.  “If you vanish, then they will need her, and she’ll at least be safe from death.” 

Edelgard hated it, but she knew the truth in her mother’s words.

“Where will we go?” 

Her mother’s face hardened.  “Not the Kingdom, not after the bastard wearing Volkhard’s face claimed we should go.  The Alliance is likely also under their control which only leaves one option.” 

Looking at her mother’s outstretched hand, Edelgard hesitantly accepted it and let herself be pulled to her feet.  Edelgard wasn’t sure what would come from running away, but if it gave Agnes a better chance at survival, then she would do it. 

“We seek sanctuary in Abyss.”

Edelgard had never traveled outside of a guarded carriage before, which made their flight through the countryside perilous.  The cold wind bit at her face despite the cloak covering her small form and she pulled it tighter against herself to try and retain some measure of warmth.  Mother had given Edelgard an arming sword to defend herself with, but she’d had limited training with a blade, and mostly it was at the insistence of her eldest brother that all the girls of the family know how to handle a weapon. 

She’d favored the wooden axes more than the swords much to everyone’s amusement.  The sight of a small girl with a large axe had sent them into fits of laughter.  Not that Edelgard could remember their faces, it was all a blur after spending a year in the darkness. 

“I think we can stop here for the night,” Mother said, looking about the outskirts of a small village. 

Edelgard thought they were near the Empire’s border, but she wasn’t quite certain of it.  She’d never been all that good with directions, even in the palace.  If it wasn’t the gardens or the library, she struggled to find her way there.  So, it wasn’t a surprise that Edelgard had no real idea where this Remire Village happened to be located.

All she could really do was continue to follow her mom and wonder how she learned to sneak around so well.  What even was this Abyss place they were trying to find?  Anytime she asked all she was told was that it was a place they would be safe.  At least they were in a town and that meant a warm meal that wasn’t cooked over a campfire. 

The dirt streets of the village were surprisingly packed, with people going about their days without paying them any mind.  Most of the buildings were simple wood, though some were stacked stone.  Her mom made her way straight towards the largest stone building and pushed the door open without hesitation.  Inside was a large hall filled with open tables that ran the length of the room, as well as several booths along the walls.  Mother ignored those and went to take a seat at the long table facing the door. 

Edelgard was hesitant to join her, and instead sat down across from her.  At least that way they could watch one another’s back.  They were only seated for a moment before someone came along and set two mugs on the table as well as two steaming bowls of some kind of stew. 

Mother dropped a few coins on the table, along with something else which was quickly snapped up by the man that had brought them some food.  He walked away without saying a word and Edelgard knew better than to ask any questions in a place where someone might overhear them.

She grabbed the spoon from the bowl and tasted the stew, and was thankful that it wasn’t horrid, but it was far from the rich flavors she once knew.  Still better than their travel rations and smoked game that Mother hunted in the forests, not to mention infinitely superior to raw rat and cold gruel in the dungeons. 

Halfway through her bowl, someone sat down beside her and Edelgard’s hand dropped to her blade without thought. 

“Good instincts,” a woman said in a monotone.  Edelgard risked a glance up and was met by piercing blue eyes and hair.  More than that, the woman practically radiated danger, like a blade at your throat.  “You made a request to meet someone who could escort you to Abyss?” 

“I did,” Mother said.  “My daughter and I seek asylum somewhere we can disappear.” 

“Abyss certainly would work for that,” the woman continued, picking up a piece of bread from the basket on the table.  “We can discuss options on the way to Garreg Mach once we rejoin my men.” 

“Very well,” Mother said.  “Finish your food, we leave in five minutes.” 

Edelgard nodded, shoveling the food a bit faster.  The bread would keep long enough to eat as a travel ration over the next few hours, but the stew wouldn’t and neither would the watered ale.  As she ate, the woman waved over the man once more, asking for more bread as well as cheese and smoked meat for the road. 

It didn’t escape Edelgard’s notice that the woman didn’t pay for any of it.  The supplies were delivered already wrapped in cloth and the woman was quick to tuck them into a belt pouch that was rather large and already looked to have some sticks of jerky tucked within. 

Finishing her bowl, Edelgard downed the rest of the ale, wincing a bit at the tang of the alcohol, then rose to her feet.  The woman that had joined them passed her the bundle of bread, pulled the hood back over her head, and turned to leave without a word.  Were they really going to follow this mysterious stranger without so much as a discussion?  Mother’s hand settled onto her back, gently guiding her to follow.  Outside the woman was already walking down the street, her eyes moving at all times, looking for threats.  Something that Edelgard couldn’t help but notice was that this woman didn’t walk with the grace of a woman at court.  No, she walked with the confident stride of a warrior who was assured of their own strength.

More people in the town took notice of them this time, and Edelgard was starting to suspect that was the intention when she realized they were being followed.  Her mother had tensed shortly before she realized, but the woman remained as calm as ever.

Edelgard kept trying to get a look at their pursuers, but her mother would pull her along each time she did.  She kept a white knuckled grip on her sword, knowing she was going to need to defend herself soon.  Somehow they had made it all the way there without issue, so why were they being followed now? 

Once on the outskirts of the village, the woman turned, one arm out of her cloak and in hand was a sword.  It wasn’t like any sword Edelgard had seen, and something about it called out to her in a way that couldn’t be put into words.

“Behind me,” the woman said. 

Mother didn’t hesitate to heed the instruction.  By the time Edelgard got behind her mother, she had drawn her sword and made to get ready to fight the people that intended to hurt them, or worse, take them back to the bad place.

Most of the men were wary, dressed in mismatched leathers and carrying an assortment of bladed weapons.  It was clear they were waiting for something, and that made itself apparent with loud yelling as someone all but shoved their way through the group. 

“Well, good job on the lookout Johnny,” the man cheered.  “Three girlies playing dress up is a fine haul if I do say so.” 

“I dunno,” another said.  “That one with the sword looks kinda dangerous.” 

For a moment Edelgard thought they meant her, but that was ridiculous, obviously they were talking about the woman that was escorting them.  Speaking of her, she took a few steps forward. 

“This is your only warning, disperse or die.” 

A dozen guffawing laughs echoed in the afternoon light, and the leader could only grin. 

“Big talk, girlie.  We’ll see how well you talk when your mouth is full of my—” 

A streak of red lashed out, severing the man’s head at his jaw.  Many of the other bandits dropped down even though they hadn’t been hit, while a few others fled.  Before they could make it very far, flames of blinding azure circled the men, burning those who fled alive.  

That had all happened in an instant, but of more concern was the strange pull she had felt in her chest.  It reminded her of when father or her brother had used their own Crests, but it wasn’t quite the same.  No, it wasn’t her Crest of Seiros she felt a resonance with, it was her Crest of Flame.

“It’s her,” a simpering bandit said, his voice trembling.  “The Azure Flame of Seiros, Byleth Eisner.” 

“Indeed,” Byleth said, then she descended upon them like the stories of Saint Seiros herself.  The pull of Crest resonance rang out again and again as her blade flashed and blue flame reduced the opposition to literal ash and bone.

Before she’d even had time to pick up her jaw, the battle was done.  Byleth stood amidst the dying flames, sword still glowing as her hair blew in the breeze and the setting sun cast her in a brilliant halo.  She was mesmerizing, and Edelgard was all but certain her heart had skipped a beat for a moment there. 

Her mother’s breathless laugh snapped her out of whatever that had been, then she found herself being pulled along, closer to the woman who had just slain a dozen men as easily as Edelgard drew breath.

Edelgard approached the woman slowly, unsure how safe she was around someone so powerful.  All the men lay dead at her feet and Byleth’s expression hadn’t shifted even once through the entire fight.  Mother tapped the former loudmouthed leader with her boot for a moment, then sighed. 

“I don’t think these were the people I was worried about following us,” she said. 

Byleth nodded.  “They were a local threat the Knights of Seiros have been tracking for a few weeks.  Word has reached the underground about a pair of women traveling together.  You have quite the price on your heads if returned alive to Enbarr.”  She paused.  “Well, your young charge does.  A girl of early teen years with white hair, ten thousand gold for her return.” 

“Such a low price?” Mother muttered.  “Insulting, but anything more might betray her true value.  This way they will assume she is a kidnapped noble brat rather than who she really is.” 

“I will answer that once we’re—” 

A blade flashed, Byleth moved like lightning, and Edelgard fell back as the knife nearly caught her neck.  One of the bandits had been playing dead it seemed, and lashed out.  Byleth had caught their blade with her gauntlet, then moved with purpose and brought her hands to their neck and snapped it with a sickening crunch. 

The body fell and Byleth gasped, her eyes wide and filled with something akin to emotion for the first time since they met.  Unsure what to make of that, Edelgard pushed herself back up just in time for her mother to fall upon her, looking for any injuries.

“I’m fine Mom,” Edelgard said, chest heaving for breath.  “Byleth saved me.” 

Then she was pulled into a hug that would have crushed her before she obtained her cursed second Crest.  Byleth stood nearby, staring off into the sky as if she were watching something that only she could see.  

After a moment, the woman nodded and walked towards the treeline where Edelgard caught sight of three horses tied to one of the low branches.  “Come on, we should get to the Monastery before nightfall.” 

Mother blinked, pulling away from the hug so she could stand.  “I thought we were going to Abyss.” 

“Oh, Abyss is under the Monastery, but I had a different idea,” Byleth said, checking the saddles on the other two horses tied off.  “My father is the Knight Captain.  He has the influence to ensure you are both kept somewhere safer than Abyss.” 

Mother fell still for a moment, clearly attempting to weigh their options.  Edelgard wasn’t going to pretend to understand which would be best for her, but one thing was clear, she didn’t want to be somewhere that Byleth wasn’t. 

“We should listen to her,” Edelgard said.

Mother jolted in place, looking down at her with concern.  Whatever she saw must have convinced her, because she smiled, though Edelgard saw the pain behind her eyes.  When her mother faced Byleth again, her voice was filled with determination.

“Very well, we shall hear out your father, if nothing else.” 

Byleth’s lips quirked ever so slightly, in a way that would go unnoticed by most, but not by Edelgard.  “Thank you.  I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you both safe.” 

And for the first time in over a year, Edelgard felt assured of the truth of those words.

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Garreg Mach loomed on the horizon, the sun having long since set.  Edelgard had only seen the magnificent structure once before in her life, when she was young.  Her eldest brother graduated, having led the Black Eagles class for that year.  Two more of her siblings should have been in attendance this year, but the Insurrection of the Seven and their following imprisonment meant no Hresvelg would ever attend the academy again.

The woman with blue hair rode ahead of them, her face placid but her eyes kept flicking off into the distance, as if she were taking in every minor disturbance around them.  Edelgard had faith that this woman would protect them from the monsters that slithered through the shadows.

“We’re almost there,” Byleth said, looking up to the torchlight illuminating the mountain retreat.  “A patrol should be coming down the path shortly.  I’ll flag them down and have them escort us back.  It will be a lot less suspicious if we arrive with them rather than sneaking in a side entrance.” 

“So much for going unseen,” Mother said. 

Byleth however, shook her head.  “Sometimes being seen is its own anonymity.  Nobody will think anything of your arrival if you come in with us.  Those watching will note you, of course, but they will disregard your presence far more readily than someone who slipped in through Abyss.” 

“The Church has people watching for those coming from Abyss?” Edelgard asked. 

Byleth hummed in affirmation.  “Always.  Given it’s full of those the Church considers criminals, it’s to be expected they would monitor those coming and going.” 

“You speak as if you aren’t a member of the Church,” Mother said. 

A mirthless chuckle followed.  “My father is the Knight Commander, highest ranking member of the Knights of Seiros.  Let’s just say we know the value in keeping certain things from crossing the Archbishop’s desk.” 

Like the details of runaway Imperial consort and princesses… 

“We shall trust in your greater experience and judgment,” Mother said diplomatically.

Rustling ahead had Byleth raising a hand, stilling their horses.  After a moment a small group of armored figures on horseback rounded the path ahead and came into view.  Each held a torch, illuminating the polished white of their armor.  Knights of Seiros. 

“Uncle Alois?” Byleth asked. 

The mustached man in the lead leaned forward, squinting his eyes.  “That you kid?  And here I thought we might get a little excitement.” 

Byleth shook her head.  “You missed out.  These two women were accosted by bandits back near Remire.  I brought them here for shelter until we can determine if there is any further danger posed to them.” 

“Smart thinking!” Alois said with a nod, then he grinned.  “But look at you with two beautiful women on either arm.  Your father will be so proud.” 

Byleth’s head tilted to the side even as Edelgard’s cheeks warmed. 

“They aren’t on my arm, though,” the Knight muttered.  “Each is on their own horse.  Should I dismount for the remainder of the escort?” 

Alois sighed.  “No, that won’t be necessary.  One of these days my teasing will hit home, I swear it on the Goddess.” 

“Should you really swear something so casually on the Goddess’ name?” Mother asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Speaking of visions of the Goddess,” Alois said, bowing slightly.  “May this humble servant provide escort to sanctuary?” 

“Smooth,” Byleth muttered with a nod. 

Edelgard was curious, so she urged her horse forward until she was beside the Knight.  “What was that about?” 

Byleth kept her eyes forward, but there was a small smile on her lips.  “Alois lost his wife and child in a fire nearly fifteen years ago.  He didn’t exactly handle it well, at least according to my father.  It’s good to see him…  flirting?  Is that really what he’s doing?” 

Edelgard was about to answer, but she realized Byleth had addressed the question to the open air on her other side.  That was when Edelgard realized her mother was now speaking with Alois, and smiling at something he had said.  Were they both flirting?  Edelgard wasn’t sure how she felt about that. 

“Well, good for him.” 

And there was Byleth speaking to someone that wasn’t there again.  Edelgard had read about people that heard voices, and she had experienced it in the depths of the dungeon as more of her siblings succumbed to madness.

Yet, nothing about Byleth seemed mad to her. 

“Who is it you’re speaking to?” Edelgard asked. 

Byleth stilled, glancing from the open air to where Edelgard sat atop her horse.

“I am not sure,” Byleth said after a moment, now staring into the star-filled sky.  “She doesn’t remember her name, only that she was called ‘The Beginning’.” 

The Beginning?  Edelgard wasn’t sure what that meant, but she was re-evaluating her opinion of Byleth being mad.  

A long since forgotten sound drew Edelgard’s ear, turning to find her mother laughing at something Alois had said if his wide grin was any indication.  She couldn’t help but smile at seeing her mother not affecting a mask for once, as she always needed to do within the Palace.  Only when it was the two of them did she manage a true smile, and now she was able to laugh around people she barely knew.

After the horrors of the last year, Edelgard wasn’t sure if either of them had any mirth left to give, and yet, she too was smiling.  Perhaps hiding among the followers of the Goddess wouldn’t be so bad, even if She had been forsaken by them in her time of need.  Just because the Goddess abandoned her family didn’t mean she should take it out on those who still followed her.  Nights of fervent prayers falling on deaf ears would never be erased, but there was no denying that it was the last place those who carved her up would ever suspect. 

“Well,” Edelgard said, unsure if she was doing the right thing or not, “if you need anyone to speak with about this ‘Beginning’ person, my ears are open.” 

“Of course they’re open, ears are always—” Byleth said, then blinked.  “Oh right, sometimes I forget not everyone speaks like Uncle Alois.” 

Edelgard paused as the words registered, and before she knew it, she was forced to cover her face to hide the giggle that had torn free of her stoic presentation.

Byleth was certainly a strange woman, but she was also powerful and fearless, everything Edelgard would need to become if she wanted to finally bring those monsters to justice.  They shared a Crest, perhaps Byleth could teach her how to fight with it.

“Of course she’s waiting,” Byleth muttered. 

Edelgard turned with an eyebrow raised, wondering just what her savior meant by that when she followed her gaze and saw the familiar figure high above the looming gatehouse.  The Archbishop hadn’t changed in the three years since Edelgard last saw her, still wearing her white robes with ostentatious headgear. 

“Do we need to worry?” Mother asked. 

Byleth bit her lip, then looked towards Alois.  “Uncle, can you take these two somewhere safe while I run interference?  I’d rather not tip off Rhea that something’s going on until I’ve had a chance to consult Father.” 

Alois frowned, running his hand along his mustache.  “Probably for the best.  Remember how she reacted to that eastern Bishop that was allowing looking glasses for observation of the Great Blue Moon Star?” 

Byleth winced and Edelgard just knew there was a story there. 

“Yeah, let’s avoid her trying to start another crusade over nothing,” Byleth said, her shoulders slumping.  “Edelgard, Anselma, I am truly sorry I won’t be able to complete my escort, but I promise you that you can trust Alois.  For now, keep your identity to yourselves.  I’ll introduce you to my father the moment we are able to do so.” 

Mother sighed.  “We knew this wouldn’t be easy or straightforward.  All I can do is thank you for your continued support, Knight Eisner.” 

“Alright ladies,” Alois said cheerfully.  “You’re both officially my guests while Byleth handles the report into those bandits she squashed.” 

Edelgard didn’t want to be separated from Byleth, but she understood the need to be discreet with their dealings.  She rejoined her mother without prompting as Byleth pulled on ahead, ready to intercept the scrutiny that would be upon them the moment they arrived.

At least her mother seemed to be getting along with Knight Alois.  They continued to share comments and laughter all the way through the gate, with only a short exchange needed to get through without anyone paying the two travelers any mind.

Alois led them into town rather than towards the monastery.  “Normally I wouldn’t bring a lady home so soon after meeting them, let alone two, but I think we can agree that these are unusual circumstances.”

“Quite,” Mother said.  “I trust nothing untoward will happen?” 

Alois recoiled.  “I would never.  Besides, Captain Eisner has already been informed to meet us at his earliest convenience.  You are my guests until such time as proper arrangements can be made for your continued stay.” 

“Such as forged papers?” Mom asked. 

Alois rubbed the back of his head.  “Not my forte, but we do have people for that.” 

Ominous, but Edelgard would hold her tongue.  The Church probably had their own shady elements as well, especially given their silent goddess that left her to fester.  She would not put any faith into the institution, but the people were trying to help her, and that was what mattered.

Alois stopped at a house like any of the others, simple in its construction with brick and stone.  From the outside, it looked smaller than her former chambers at the palace, but compared to her cell anything would seem luxurious. 

“She’s not much, but it’s still home,” Alois said, opening the door and gesturing for the pair to step inside.

Mother didn’t hesitate, and Edelgard forced down her trepidation at entering such an enclosed space to step through the doorway.  The main room was a combination sitting area and kitchen built around the wood stove.  A dull warmth radiated from the iron furnace, a pot of soup simmering on the surface. 

Alois walked over to a faucet, and blessed running water poured forth.  Edelgard hadn’t gotten to enjoy running water, or proper plumbing for that matter, since she was abducted from her room all those many moons ago.  From there, Edelgard noted the doors leading away from the main dwelling, likely leading to a bedroom and bath area. 

At least, she hoped there wasn’t a chamber pot, she’d seen enough of those in her cell to last a lifetime.  

Mother wasted little time opening one of the doors and sighed in relief.  “Oh good, you aren’t completely barbaric.” 

Peeking past her, Edelgard was greeted by a proper toilet in a small wash room.  There was even a bathing tub built into the wall, complete with a drain.  She let out a breath, some tension bleeding out of her shoulders.  They were somewhere that those bastards couldn’t reach, and it wasn’t the squalor that her mother had feared awaited them. 

“We’re actually safe here,” Edelgard muttered. 

Warm arms wrapped around her and Edelgard hadn’t even realized she was crying.  She leaned into the contact, knowing that things just might be okay for once in her life. 

A throat cleared and Edelgard nearly jumped, pulling her mom up with her thanks to the monstrous strength her new Crest granted her.  The man raised an eyebrow at the display, but Edelgard schooled her features.  He towered over them, with sandy brown hair, and a scar across his face.  Yet, for all of that, his eyes held an unspeakable weariness. 

“Jeralt!  You got here quicker than expected,” Alois said cheerfully.

Upon hearing the man’s name, Edelgard turned a more curious gaze upon the man.  This was Byleth’s father?  The pair looked nothing alike!  Was she adopted, or did she take after her mother almost exclusively? 

Jeralt hadn’t spoken, instead he eyed the two of them with a critical gaze, then she felt a sharp pull that had Edelgard letting out an involuntary gasp. 

“You have the Crest of Seiros,” Jeralt said.

Edelgard knew there was no hiding it and could only nod.  “I do.” 

“Only those descending from the Imperial line are supposed to have that Crest.” 

Edelgard recognized the bait and chose to meet it.  “And yet you bear the Crest as well.  A Major Crest at that.  Only my father and third brother held Major Crests among the family.” 

Jeralt’s expression didn’t waver, though Edelgard hadn’t missed that her mother’s hands had vanished under her cloak where the knives were stashed.  She was ready to fight her way out despite not having a Crest to call upon. 

“Curious that an Imperial Princess would come here under the cover of night,” Jeralt said after a moment.  “And a Consort as well, unless I’m mistaken.” 

Mother’s face was carefully blank, hands no doubt tight around her blades.  If they meant to sell them out, there wasn’t much that could be done at this point, and Edelgard only had a sword that she barely had any practice using.  The man before them had a sword at his belt as well, and no doubt eclipsed both of them with their skill. 

Then, Alois laughed. 

“Jeralt, you’re scaring the poor things,” he said, his voice joyful.  “All these years and you still can’t read the room.” 

“You must admit the timing is suspicious,” Jeralt said.  “The news out of Enbarr has been chaotic in the wake of the Insurrection, as well as the announcement of the Imperial line all but being ended at the hands of the former Emperor.” 

“Father,” Edelgard said before she could stop herself, her voice choking.  “What news do you have?” 

“I was hoping you could fill us in,” Jeralt said.  “Following the Insurrection, all our informants in Enbarr went dark.  That should have been impossible, but it spoke to careful planning and insider knowledge.  Last month we confronted someone we trusted, a Knight in high standing, only they weren’t who they claimed to be.” 

“They wore their face,” Mother said, “played their part well, but they had subtle tells.” 

Jeralt nodded.  “Yes.  They forgot an important truth they should have known, it exposed them and they shed the mask.  I cut the pretender down myself.” 

“Good,” Edelgard said harshly.  “My Uncle, Volkhard Arundel was replaced as well.” 

Jeralt glanced at Mother, who nodded curtly.  “He was my brother, and even I almost missed it.  It was a subtle slip, but it was enough to avoid traveling with him to the Kingdom.” 

“We’ve been hearing whispers of unrest in the Kingdom,” Alois said, the jovial man having been replaced by someone who was all business.  “Think they’re about to pull off something akin to the Insurrection there?” 

Jeralt sighed.  “Probably.  Just what we needed, more work in the frozen wastes.  Why did people think it a good idea to settle there again?” 

“You tell me,” Alois said.  “You’re the one that was born there.” 

“And it’s barely changed since,” Jeralt finished. 

A heavy silence hung in the air, and Edelgard couldn’t help but nurture the feeling of hope growing within her.  These were people aware of what was happening, working to counter the machinations of those working in the dark, yet it felt like something being done behind the scenes, without official approval. 

Someone knocked at the door, but were already letting themselves in.  A mess of blue hair followed the woman inside as she shut the door.  Edelgard hadn’t seen Byleth so exhausted, but then again, she’d only known her for barely a day. 

“What’s the word from Rhea?” Jeralt asked. 

Byleth sighed, stepping over to one of the seats and sank into it.  “She thanked me for routing the bandits, and I managed to talk her out of meeting with those waylaid by them, somehow.” 

“You changed her mind?” Jeralt asked. 

Byleth nodded.  “I had to cheat, but yes.” 

“Cheat?” Edelgard asked before she could catch herself. 

The swordswoman started, eyes now wide as she seemed to realize others were in the room with her.  She bit her lip as she once again looked off to the side, a seemingly silent conversation happening with whoever this ‘Beginning’ was.

“Alright, I think I can trust everyone in this room,” Byleth said.  “Back in Remire, that bandit that sprung up was originally successful.  He made to stab Edelgard, but I put myself between them, and took a blade to the spine for it.” 

“But, you deflected it,” Edelgard said, confused at the different versions of events. 

Byleth nodded woodenly.  “Yes, on my second attempt.  Father, she’s awake.” 

“The girl from your dreams?” Jeralt asked.

“She called herself ‘The Beginning’, though she remembers little else,” Byleth said.  “She also has the ability to reverse time’s flow.  That’s how I saved Edelgard without getting stabbed.” 

“She’s joking, right?” Mother asked. 

“Byleth doesn’t joke,” Jeralt said, his tone grave.  “And there isn’t a dishonest bone in her body.” 

“Can you demonstrate this ability?” Alois asked.

Byleth shook her head.  “Sorry, I think I used all I could in the conversation with Rhea.  After I realized I could just erase the conversation, I asked her about the girl from my dreams.” 

“What did she say?” Jeralt asked. 

“Rhea said her name is Sothis.” 

Edelgard gasped.  “The same name as the Goddess…”

“Yes,” Byleth said.  “Apparently that wasn't a coincidence and Rhea tried to rush me down into the Holy Tomb for some ritual, I reversed time before she could.” 

Jeralt cursed under his breath.  “This has something to do with what she did to you, and Sitri as well.  Just what in the hells is she playing at?” 

Edelgard stepped back to her mother’s side as the three fell into a conversation about events Edelgard knew nothing of, but were far too similar to what those snakes in the dark did to her.  Was fleeing to the Church a mistake?

“What do you make of this?” Edelgard whispered. 

Mother bit her lip, eyeing the door.  There was nobody between them and escape, but Edelgard had little faith that they would make it before being intercepted, especially given how many bore Major Crests in the room.  

“I fear we traded one conspiracy for another,” Mother said after a moment.  “Still an improvement, given this one hasn’t cost us our family.” 

“That’s not true,” Edelgard said.  “We were still forsaken by the Church.  They saw the insurrection happen and did nothing.  Inaction is still a choice.” 

“You’re right.”  Byleth stared ahead, not looking at them, but her eyes were focused.  “As soon as it happened we mobilized.  I advocated for Rhea to step in, but she refused.” 

“That’s why we’re meeting here rather than in her hall,” Jeralt added.  “She burned our last shred of trust then and there when she turned her back on the Imperial Family.” 

“House Hraesvelg was Seiros’ staunchest supporters, and she forsook them,” Byleth continued.  “Now I understand why.  She no longer cares, because she thinks her mother is back.” 

Silence hung in the air for several moments as everyone took time to process Byleth’s words.  Edelgard knew that the Archbishop was Seiros, those who tortured her were not shy about talking of the Fell Star or her ‘abominations’.  Were they aware that Byleth housed the very thing they feared within her? 

No, if they were aware, they would have spoken of the Fell Star as an active threat, not something long since defeated.  Looking at the blade that Byleth wielded, a thought crossed her mind, a story long since forgotten by most but kept alive within her House. 

“That’s the Sword of the Creator.” 

Byleth looked up, then drew the sword, holding it out.  It was a Relic Weapon, something few in the Empire possessed, but even then, she could recognize that it was missing its Crest Stone.

“It is.” 

“How can you wield it without the Crest Stone within?” Edelgard asked. 

Jeralt and Alois shared a look before the Captain spoke.  “Because Byleth’s heart is the Crest Stone, Rhea implanted it when she was a child to save her life.” 

“Well fuck me,” Mother said, dropping onto the chair beside Alois.  She then turned to him with a vacant expression.  “Please tell me you have proper liquor, because I think I’m going to need some before this night is over.” 

“Mother!” Edelgard screeched. 

“Hush child,” Mother said.  “Rhea is no better than the monsters that tortured you, and we’re stuck here under her thumb.” 

“Not necessarily,” Jeralt said.  “Just because she controls Garreg Mach doesn’t mean that you’ll be under her thumb.  She delegates almost everything when able, and only steps in during the biggest decisions.  I had an entire Battalion of Knights ready to march south when she stepped in.  I’ve since learned to be far more discreet.” 

“Hence why we’re meeting here rather than her hall,” Mother mimed.

Alois returned to his seat, a bottle and three glasses in hand.  He filled one before passing it to Mother.  The second went to Jeralt who downed it without a second thought, and Alois sipped on the third.  Edelgard had little interest in something that would impair her mental state, but Byleth not joining them? 

“Do you not drink?” Edelgard asked. 

Byleth shrugged.  “Father said I could drink once I was eighteen, so two more years.” 

“You’re only sixteen?” Edelgard said incredulously.  “All that strength and only three years older…” 

“Comes with the Crest,” Byleth said.  “The Crest of Flames holds the power to shatter mountains and rend armies.  You and I share that power, making us punch above our weight.” 

Edelgard looked away, just the thought of sharing something with a woman as amazing as Byleth was too much for her to even consider. 

“What happens next?” Edelgard asked, getting away from that subject as fast as she could.  “We’re still wanted by the Empire and those who now control it.  If they know I’m alive…” 

“Two women matching the descriptions of the bounty were attacked outside Remire,” Jeralt said.  “That will circulate.  What will also circulate is that they were killed by an ambush shortly after.  The Knights arrived on the scene and killed the bandits to the last.  The bodies were burned after, same for their victims.” 

“Will anyone believe that?” Mother asked, now on her second glass. 

Jeralt grinned this time.  “I have an in with Abyss, and I can assure you that they’re going to make sure it’s the accepted truth.” 

Alois chuckled.  “As for the two of you…  Just a widow and her daughter seeking shelter with the Church.  A common enough story that it shouldn’t be questioned.” 

“Edelgard’s hair will need to be dyed,” Byleth added.  “Other than that the two should blend in easily.  We can explain Edelgard’s abilities by having her become my father’s apprentice and squire.” 

Jeralt stroked his chin in thought.  “That could certainly work, and it’s not like I currently have an apprentice.” 

“What about that girl from the Alliance,” Alois asked jovially.  “She certainly wanted to study under her hero.” 

“Which I promised to do if she managed to get good enough to join the academy,” Jeralt said with a grimace.  “She’s not old enough for the academy, even with my promise to sponsor her if she passed the entrance exam.” 

Right, the entrance exam was a requirement for commoners only, those with the gold or family name could get in without any other requirements.  It was something that never sat right with her, but there was little she could do to change things now. 

“What about housing?” Mother asked.  “I assume Edelgard would live with you?” 

“Not at all,” Jeralt said, sounding more than a little affronted.  “I’ll make sure the two of you have housing, don’t worry.  I barely use my pay as it is, trust me, accommodating the two of you is no burden.” 

“We’ll need an excuse,” Byleth added.  “But that can be as flimsy as seeing you swing a blade and noting the potential.  Don’t worry about it.” 

Edelgard did worry, because it would only take one person doing the math to figure out that they were the missing royalty from Adrestia that everyone was looking for.  To say that Edelgard feared those looking for her was an understatement, but at least she wasn’t alone.  These were people that knew the stakes, weren’t blind to the forces moving out of sight, and they were promising to protect her. 

Hopefully that would be enough.

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The first few days were something of a blur for Edelgard, getting situated while also avoiding sight.  Thankfully someone managed to find a hair dye from Brigid that worked for her hair.  Looking at the bright red in the mirror was as unusual as seeing the white her hair had become, but it would allow her to go unrecognized. 

Sitting at the table while nursing a bowl of hot soup, still some of the best food Edelgard had ever tasted even after three days of eating it, she tried to keep her nerves tamed.  This would be her first time venturing forth in the light of day, and part of her feared that would be all it took for one of the agents of the snakes to find her.  Thankfully she wouldn’t be going out alone. 

“It will be fine,” Mother said.  “You’ll be with Byleth, and we both know that’s the safest place in the world to be.” 

There was no denying that, with Byleth’s ability to reverse time’s passage meant that anyone that tried to attack them would be dealt with before they realized they were made.  They were still staying with Alois, but should be getting their own home in the coming days once Jeralt was able to secure proper paperwork for them. 

“I reserve the right to be nervous,” Edelgard said, sopping bread in the broth.  “The last time we were separated…” 

Warm arms wrapped around Edelgard in an instant, a gentle rocking and soft whispers followed as she fought back the tears. 

“It took me a year to save you before,” Mother said softly.  “I don’t care what it takes, but I will always be there for you, my little carnation.” 

The nickname was new, meant to reflect her hair as well as her favorite flower.  Edelgard wasn’t sure who had planted them, but there were now carnations growing in the flowerbeds out front of the house.  She tried asking, but nobody confessed to planting them. 

A gentle knocking at the door ended the hug and Edelgard wiped her eyes clear while her mother answered the door.  Byleth stood in full regalia of the Knights of Seiros, twin gold bars painted on her shoulders denoting her rank of Lieutenant. 

“Good morning,” Byleth said with a neutral tone.  “I trust Uncle Alois is treating you both respectfully?” 

“He has been a perfect gentleman and host,” Mother answered.  “Though he still won’t tell us where the carnations came from.” 

Byleth looked away, the faintest hint of a smile ghosting over her lips.  “Ah, that would be my fault.  I planted them after I overheard Anselma mention they were your favorite flower.” 

Now it was Edelgard’s turn to look away, hoping to hide how warm her cheeks were getting over such a gesture.  It was too much, and it also meant the world to her that someone cared enough to try and provide comfort like that. 

“Thank you, truly,” Edelgard said, hoping Byleth didn’t see how her eyes misted.

“They match your hair now,” Byleth said, then frowned.  “I should plant some white lilies as well, honor your past and present with the arrangement.” 

“Careful now,” Mother teased, “keep this up and soon the front step will eclipse the monastery’s own gardens.” 

“Unlikely, given I tend to those as well,” Byleth said proudly.  “Uncle Alefric helped me learn some of my mother’s favorite pastimes, one of which was arranging the gardens.  It lets me feel like I know her, even a little.” 

There hadn’t been a hint of melancholy in her statement, which surprised Edelgard.  She couldn’t imagine never feeling the sting of her missing siblings, yet they weren’t quite the same.  Byleth’s mother died in childbirth, while Edelgard had spent most of her life with her siblings only to watch them all die one after another. 

That was a sting she refused to forget until long after the last of the snakes were dead.

“I don’t intend anything too heavy today,” Byleth said,  “I have some students from the academy that I tutor and figured you might want to sit in on the lessons?” 

That did sound interesting, even if Edelgard was still weak from what those bastards did to her.  The Crest of Flames helped, but she’d still been subjected to starvation and surgery for the better part of a year.  Their time on the run hadn’t been easy, even with the Crests within keeping her moving. 

Apparently they had brought her to see a healer, one of the newer professors at that, but the keen woman had identified Edelgard almost immediately, resulting in a scuttled timeline.  Jeralt was working with Byleth to vet the woman more and bring her into their trust before attempting to contact her further.  At least her only prognosis at the time was for Edelgard to continue to rest and take it easy. 

That and be sure to eat extra, as her bout with malnutrition had stunted her potential growth.  It would seem she was cursed to remain short. 

“That sounds agreeable,” Edelgard said.  “I assume this will also serve as a test to see who may recognize me?” 

Byleth nodded blankly.  “Better to test it now than deal with an accidental reveal.  If it becomes a problem, then it will have never happened.” 

For someone who had only come into her new ability a few days ago, Byleth was rather keen to employ Sothis’ power to set things right.  Edelgard tried to not resent whatever form of the Goddess rested within Byleth, but it was a near thing.  That she had remained asleep right up until that moment when Byleth died protecting her was something she needed to come to terms with.  The Goddess hadn’t been there to protect her, because she was in some eternal slumber. 

Now Sothis was awake and doing all she could to protect Edelgard. 

To call her feelings complicated was a vast understatement.

Finishing her bowl, Edelgard moved to clean it before her mother caught her wrist.  “Go on ahead, I can handle cleaning a few dishes.” 

Biting her lip, Edelgard nodded.  She knew better than to argue with her mother.  “Very well, have a pleasant day.” 

“Of course,” Mother said cheerfully, only a little forced.  “Just promise me you’ll enjoy yourself.  Try to relax and trust Byleth to do what she does best.” 

Edelgard forced a smile, pushing her worries aside.  She knew intellectually, but she’d been hurt by those she trusted before.  Seeing her once beloved Uncle turn into someone else, it made her distrustful of everyone.  At least she was with people aware of the dangers, even if they weren’t in the best position to act. 

“Classes are soon to be in session,” Byleth explained as they stepped out the door and into the morning sun.  “I like to get to the training yards early and prepare.  The Eagles have morning training yard today, followed by the Lions.  The Deer will be by after lunch.” 

“It’s interesting that they have someone so young tutoring,” Edelgard said.  “How often are there complaints about your age?” 

“About as long as it takes for me to put them into the dirt,” Byleth said.  “I’ve been trained since I could walk by my father, uncles, and my grandmother.  It may sound like boasting, but when you consider the secrets of my own trainers, it isn’t much of a surprise.” 

Right, between Seiros herself and a Captain that had lived for centuries, not to mention any number of others that might also share a prolonged life, was it any wonder that Byleth proved to be an exceptional combatant even at her young age?

Edelgard could only hope that she was half as strong as Byleth by the time she turned sixteen.  Given her two Crests, that wish didn’t seem as far fetched as it might have even a year prior.  As they walked, Edelgard took in the town around her.  It wasn’t as vast as Enbarr by any stretch of the imagination, but there was a certain quality to it all the same.  The smell of food being cooked along one of the nearby streets was enticing, but Byleth ignored it in favor of a march right up to the Monastery itself. 

The guards nodded to the pair without blinking an eye, Byleth’s presence alone enough of an assurance that Edelgard wasn’t a threat.  Inside, she was greeted by a sweeping entrance hall that rivaled Enbarr’s own palace.  

“The kitchens are that way,” Byleth said, gesturing off towards a door.  “We’ll take our lunch in there between classes.”

Edelgard nodded, already smelling something wonderful coming from that general direction.  She was rather full now, but that probably wouldn’t be the case come time for the noon meal.

Blyeth continued on.  “Though you won’t likely be here without an escort for some time, it helps to be familiar with the grounds in the event of an emergency.” 

What followed was a looping tour, from the fishing pond that had been constructed for a Knight Captain some three hundred years prior that was routinely used by those who followed.  Given the attendants and occasional student, discretion did seem prudent.  The Greenhouse was next, and Edelgard marveled at the variety of plants being grown. 

“Most of these will be transplanted throughout the monastery as they grow,” Byleth explained.  “Though a few are being grown for rare regents or to produce further seeds.” 

Edelgard nodded, and was led up the path past the women’s dorms, though Byleth diverted to the classrooms next.  Biting her lip, she decided against any brazen actions as there was no need to risk drawing the attentions of her former countrymen. 

“Professor Manuela has the Eagles this year,” Byleth explained.  “She’s the one who figured out who you were.” 

“So don’t get hurt for a while,” Edelgard said. 

“At all, preferably,” Byleth countered, “though I do understand accidents can happen, I’ll be doing my best to minimize those.” 

From there Byleth led her to the training grounds.  “If we had more time I’d show you the stables, but for now I need to set up for the Eagles.”

Edelgard watched in silence as Byleth opened a shed and began to carry out wooden training weapons and set them up for the incoming students.  After a few minutes, the weapons were arranged across three stands, one for each class no doubt, and each weapon came in sets of two.  Likely in the event a training weapon were to break. 

Once done, Byleth picked up a wooden sword, taking an experimental swing before nodding.  Then she grabbed a wooden axe and gave it a quick underhanded toss towards Edelgard.  It was far too slow to have been a proper strike, and Edelgard caught it with ease. 

“What’s this for?” 

“You didn’t seem to favor the sword you carried,” Byleth said.  “And your stance is all wrong for spear-work, hence the axe.  You favor it, do you not?” 

Edelgard nodded, then picked up one of the shields resting beside one of the racks.  The axe had been favored by her brother and she loved mirroring his motions when training, but she also understood the purpose of a shield.  She stood ready, facing Byleth as she did. 

“Good stance,” Byleth said, looking her over.  “Solid footing, and a practiced grip.” 

Edelgard couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto her face, or the pride she felt in the praise. 

“Naturally I’ll be tutoring you on the sword and Father will certainly make sure you are proficient with the spear,” Byleth continued, her tone not once having wavered.  “That doesn’t mean you should abandon the axe, but it IS another tell to who you were, is it not?” 

At that, Edelgard’s shoulders slumped.  “I’ll put them back, then.” 

“Just set them aside and pick up a sword for now,” Byleth said.  “We can have a practice bout after the classes are done.  For now you can join in with the sword, that way you don’t stand out as much.” 

“Yes, my teacher.” 

Byleth paused at the affection, and Edelgard cursed having said it.  Why had she called Byleth her teacher?  She wanted to shrink away, to disappear into Abyss and never see the light of day again. 

Thankfully she was saved from her own thoughts by the arrival of the Black Eagle class.  Suddenly she had far more pressing worries bearing down on her mind.  As the students filtered in she tried to recognize them but found her memory failing her.  Any names or faces blended into blank canvases, just as when she tried to recall her own siblings. 

The students all moved to their rack, collecting weapons.  A few regarded her with an appraising eye, but none really spoke up.  It occurred to her that many might fear speaking out of turn when their instructor had the reputation that Byleth carried.

“Right, I’m sure many of you are wondering who this is,” Byleth said, gesturing towards Edelgard.  There was a momentary pause before Byleth continued.  “This is El.  She will be studying under the Captain going forward.  I expect all of you to treat her with the same respect you would show my father and I.” 

Edelgard nearly gasped at the nickname, wondering how Byleth might have known it, only to realize that she might have needed to turn back time to avoid another mistake and asked for a name that wasn’t as incriminating.  The students all shouted affirmatives, then paired off without a word, moving into warmup drills. 

Byleth took the opportunity to step over to Edelgard’s side, still keeping an eye on her students as she did.  “You ready to learn some basic sword drills?” 

“I think so,” Edelgard said, careful to avoid calling the older teen her teacher. 

Byleth nodded, then handed Edelgard a spare wooden sword.  “First, your grip.” 

And so Byleth walked her through how to hold a sword, the proper stances, and the strikes that flowed from them.  Each new technique allowed for further branches in an exchange, and Byleth was always ready to demonstrate.  At times she broke away to help some of the Eagles, leaving Edelgard to her own devices when that happened. 

She didn’t mind, it gave her time to process how aware she was of the older woman when she got close, helped her adjust a stance or grip.  It was always with a firm confidence, without any underlying motive, yet Edelgard’s treacherous mind kept trying to place some new meaning to each touch.

Worse, she kept catching the Black Eagles professor watching her each time she was distracted by Byleth’s instructions.  Edelgard tried to split her focus, but Byleth was too relentless in her demonstrations to allow it. 

It was the smirk while Byleth was behind her, helping Edelgard adjust her grip that finally did it. 

“The Professor is watching us,” Edelgard hissed.

“I’ve noticed,” Byleth said simply.  “She hadn’t done anything overt, so I’m inclined to allow her to continue.” 

A frown crossed her face, but Edelgard would need to accept that decision.  The training continued and Edelgard felt she was beginning to grasp the fundamentals of the sword by the time that the Eagles began to pack up.  Edelgard made sure to keep firmly away from their professor for fear she might figure something out.

Thankfully the Lions were next to arrive, along with their professor.  She was tall and built strong, with hair cut above her shoulders.  There was no bearing of a scholar, for she was absolutely a warrior.

“Sup squirt?” the woman said, eyeing Byleth. 

“Thunder Catherine,” Byleth said.  Edelgard recognized the name and swallowed heavily.  “I see you’re still filling in for Professor Ordelia."

Catherine spat to the side.  “Yeah, he’s still dealing with family issues in the Alliance.  No telling when he’ll return.” 

Byleth nodded.  “Fair enough.  We’ll keep to our arrangement, though I’m also tutoring El on the sword.” 

And just like that the stern Knight’s eyes narrowed upon Edelgard.  Even with her experiences dealing with the snakes, there was something about Catherine that sent shivers through her very being.  This was a woman who wielded a relic, one who wouldn’t hesitate to strike down those that threatened her ideals. 

It was a strength of will that Edelgard envied. 

Well, if she couldn’t match it, she could at least try to fake it.  Bowing slightly to the knight, Edelgard introduced herself.  “Knight Catherine, a pleasure.  I am Knight Captain Jeralt’s newest Squire.” 

“He’s taking on another pup?” Catherine asked.  “Well, whatever hobby suits him, I suppose.  Can’t fault his methods either.  If this kid turns out half as scary a fucker as you, we might just be alright.” 

Edelgard bristled a bit at the crass language, but she was in agreement with the sentiment.  Byleth was a force of nature, even without her relic Byleth could command magic at a level Edelgard hadn’t seen, even from graduates of the Kingdom’s college.

Could she learn to wield magic to that level as well? 

“She’ll be far more frightening than I,” Byleth said, her voice unwavering. 

Heat blossomed on Edelgard’s cheeks at the heavy praise, unsure of how to respond.  Unfortunately, Catherine wasn’t nearly as daunted by Byleth’s confidence. 

“Then you won’t mind if I test her myself,” Catherine said, retrieving one of the training swords. 

“What?” Edelgard whispered, her voice tinged with faint horror.  Thunder Catherine wanted to fight her?  “Why?” 

“To see what has Jeralt so interested,” Catherine said, then narrowed her eyes.  “Hold nothing back, I’ll be disappointed if you do.” 

“Ah, about that,” Byleth interrupted before Edelgard could voice her concerns.  “There is a good chance the training grounds wouldn’t survive if both of you fought with everything.  She’s as strong as I am, despite being younger.” 

Catherine blinked, then barked out a laugh.  “Oh, that is fucking beautiful!  Now we have to have a tussle.” 

Edelgard looked away, hiding her embarrassment at having the attention of two rather powerful women.  Edelgard didn’t believe Byleth for a second, because if she truly had such strength, then why hadn’t it been enough to save her family from the snakes?  Her soul grieved for them deeply, yet mourning the dead accomplished nothing.  She needed to become as powerful as Byleth believed her to be if she intended to avenge her family. 

“Very well,” Edelgard said, facing the imposing Knight of Seiros.  “I accept your challenge.” 

“Feisty too,” Catherine said, laughing.  “Come on princess, this will be fun.” 

Edelgard froze as the descriptor, but Byleth was quick to nudge her forward.  Right, trust Byleth to ensure that everything was okay.  If it wasn’t she would do something to make sure it remained so.  That didn’t give her leave to be careless, but it did give her some comfort. 

With training blade in hand, Edelgard stepped forward, adopting the stance that her Teacher had shown her earlier in the day.  The warning to not hold back told Edelgard she would need to draw on her Crests, yet she remained hesitant to do so.  If what Jeralt and the Snakes said about Rhea was true, and she had little reason to doubt both sources, then Rhea was Seiros in truth.  She would be able to sense the Crest resonance within. 

Which meant she needed to draw on the Crest of Flames instead.  

Catherine held her sword loose, yet confidently.  Edelgard held little hope for actually winning, but she did intend to leave an impression.  The warmth in her chest turned to flame, burning its way through her veins as the power of her implanted Crest surged.  Catherine’s eyes widened the moment Edelgard stepped forward, practice blade aimed at the woman’s exposed neck.  An answering surge of power came from the Knight as she deflected the blow aside, the impact ringing out across the training yard. 

Edelgard had no focus to spare as Catherine answered her thrust with her own strike.  Edelgard shifted through the stances taught to her only that day, hesitating slightly in her choice, but she still committed to her defense.  Catherine’s strike slowed ever so slightly, allowing itself to be caught by her defense rather than pierce it. 

She was being toyed with, that much was clear, but Edelgard wouldn’t let that defeat her spirit.  Catherine wanted proof of her potential, then she would demonstrate it!  Thunderous blows were traded, the training swords straining under the might of their blows.  Edelgard’s Crest of Flames sang in her blood, burning hot and invigorating her every action. 

Death had clung to Edelgard like a cloak for more than a year, yet now she felt truly alive for the first time since she was dragged into the dungeons beneath Enbarr.  A smile tugged at her lips as she and Catherine continued their dance, where one wrong move would result in broken limbs and a lot of pain.  It was a risk, one Edelgard probably shouldn’t be taking, but she refused to back down. 

“Enough!” 

Edelgard was mid-strike when the words registered, though Catherine deflected it with ease and stepped back, her own sword folding under her arm as she bowed to the new voice.  Jeralt stood in the doorway to the training yard, looking between them for a moment, then pinched his nose. 

“Young lady, what did I tell you before you joined Byleth today?” 

She had the decency to blush.  “To be careful about exerting myself.” 

“Yes, because you’re still injured,” Jeralt said before turning to face his daughter.  “Byleth, why did you allow this?” 

Byleth’s face remained stoic, yet Edelgard could have sworn that she caught the ghost of a smirk on her lips before it vanished like smoke in the wind.  “Knight Catherine issued a challenge.  It would not have been right to interfere.” 

Catherine grinned and shrugged.

“Next time, consult me before you try and fight my Squire,” he said. 

A barking laugh was her answer.  “Byleth wasn’t overselling the little brat.  Where the hell did you find her?” 

“Running from bandits,” Byleth said.  “They were injured and outnumbered.” 

“Sure they were,” Catherine said dismissively as she stepped close to the trio, her voice a hushed whisper.  “Girl has a Crest.  She’s either a castoff that manifested late or a runaway.  She wants to be a Knight despite that?  I won’t say shit, even to Rhea.” 

Catherine then pat Edelgard on the shoulder, hard, and walked over to join her students.  Everyone stood in silence for a moment, completely bewildered until Jeralt spoke up, asking the question that was on each of their lips.

“What just happened?”

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Edelgard shifted the spear, barely blocking a savage thrust meant for her heart.  Sweat rolled down her brow as she pushed back, lashing out with a strike of her own that was swatted aside as if it were nothing.  Given her opponent, that statement was more than factual.  Captain Jeralt was over three hundred years old and didn’t look a day over thirty. 

He also moved like he was still young, which explained how he had held his title for centuries.  Byleth was off on a mission, investigating something in the Kingdom with Catherine.  It was odd how she found herself almost mourning the loss of the blue haired swordswoman, yet she wasn’t lacking for instruction. 

Alois stood off to the side of the training yard, talking in hushed tones with her mother.  They still hadn’t moved out of his home despite continued assurances that it would be any day now.  Edelgard was starting to suspect they might not ever leave, and she was surprisingly okay with that.  Alois was a respectful man, even if his sense of humor was…  

Unique.

A heavy blow caught Edelgard in the stomach, driving all the air out of her lungs.  She instinctively drew on her Crest of Seiros to keep her feet under her, but that mattered little.  The spear tip touching her chin told her the exchange was already over. 

“Not bad,” Jeralt said, stepping back.  “You’re picking up the fundamentals very quickly.  I’m impressed.” 

“Thank you, Captain,” Edelgard said, still fighting for breath.  “I will strive to live up to your expectations.” 

Jeralt sighed.  “The only expectations I have for you are that you live a long and happy life.  These skills I am teaching you are merely tools to help ensure it.”

A way for her to keep the snakes from controlling her life should they discover her, the power to root them out when the time came.  That was what she wanted, and Jeralt gave her everything and more on a platter.  No amount of hard work was going to make up for the opportunity that he had given her. 

“Lunch time,” Mother declared.  “I think El has worked up quite the appetite.” 

Alois chuckled.  “Right you are, Ann.  She looks positively famished.” 

The man’s stomach chose that moment to grumble audibly, sparking laughter among the whole group.  It was strange going by different names, similar as they might be to their given ones, yet it also felt right.  Edelgard’s sister had called her El, and it felt like reclaiming a piece of her past to be called that again.  She didn’t miss the casual contact between Alois and her mother, especially when they thought she wasn’t watching. 

Even after two months at the monastery, she was still struggling to accept that her mother was getting close with a man that wasn’t her father.  She’d been told the story of how they met, how it was love at first sight, yet she’d never seen her mother smile at anyone like she would smile around Alois. 

Was that story just a lie to make a little girl feel special among her siblings?  Watching her mother laugh at one of Alois’ jokes, Edelgard decided that it didn’t matter so long as her mother was happy now. 

Gathering their gear, Edelgard quickly packed it away, as was expected of a Squire.  Less than a minute later they were heading to the cafeteria and Edelgard could practically taste the promised cheesecake.  It might not be her absolute favorite, yet it was something sweet.  Ever since the snakes had carved a second crest into her blood Edelgard found herself craving sweet things more often.  Byleth had made certain the cooks knew to save her a serving of desert, and it was a gesture that was most appreciated.

As they passed through the entrance hall, Edelgard caught sight of an unmistakable mess of blue hair out of the corner of her eye.  Turning, she grinned wide when she caught sight of the woman who had first taught her how to hold a sword. 

“My teacher!” she called out, the affection having stuck following her original slip.  “You’ve returned!” 

“El,” Byleth said, an ever so slight upturn to her lips that may as well have been a radiant grin on anyone else.  “It’s good to see you’re well.” 

“Of course she’s well!” Alois declared.  “She’s staying under my roof and I wouldn’t have it any other way!” 

“Still haven’t found a home that’s available for them?” Byleth asked, tilting her head.  “Careful Uncle, soon people might start thinking you want them to live there.” 

Alois froze in place, as did Edelgard’s mother for that matter.  The pair shared a brief look that Edelgard couldn’t decipher before their expressions returned to normal as if nothing had happened. 

“I trust your journey went well?” Mother asked. 

Byleth rolled with the obvious change of subject.  “It was interesting.  The reports ended up unsubstantiated, yet Catherine did seem to win over a mercenary from the recent Brigid/Dagda war.” 

Edelgard had to fight back a wince at the mention of Adrestria’s conquest of Brigid.  Yes, Dagda had been the initial aggressor in the conflict, but it was the Brigid people that suffered for it.  Edelgard had little doubt that the snakes had influenced the conflict in many ways to their advantage.  Yet another wrong that she would one day correct. 

Byleth was looking off into space with a frown.  “I don’t see how Catherine seduced Shamir into joining us, all they did was—”  A heavy sigh escaped her teacher.  “Can we get something to eat?  We’ve had nothing but travel rations for three days.” 

“Sounds good kid,” Jeralt said.  “I think that meat pie is on the menu today.” 

Edelgard scrunched her nose at the idea of such a heavy dish, but she also knew there would be other options.  The academy hosted far too many nobles from across the continent to risk serving only one main dish per meal.  A quick check of the chalkboard by the entry confirmed that there was a fish and pasta dish with a side of roasted vegetables that sounded absolutely perfect. 

Alois offered to pick up their orders while everyone else claimed a seat at one of the tables away from the students.  Edelgard sat between her mother and Byleth, eager to hear all about her friend’s adventures while she was gone. 

“The mercenaries weren’t the ones raiding the villages like the reports suggested,” Byleth explained as she poured a cup of water for herself.  She hadn’t even needed to be asked to begin.  “Turned out that House Menja refused to pay them, all in an attempt to force the mercs into banditry so they could justify killing them.  They didn’t rise to the bait and spread the word.  Turns out the Lord didn’t like that and tried to get us to clean them up instead.  Catherine set him straight.” 

“She didn’t take his head for the offense?” Jeralt asked. 

Byleth shook her head.  “Shamir and I talked her out of it.  It isn’t worth pissing off all the nobility by killing one of them like that.” 

“At least it didn’t turn into a bloodbath,” Mother said.  “I worry for you, being so young and heading out on missions like that.” 

“The academy sends their students on monthly combat missions,” Jeralt said.  “Usually bandit extermination and such.” 

“Usually,” Alois said, setting down a tray that was brimming with plates of food.  Edelgard spotted her own pasta dish and thanked the man when he set it in front of her.  “Don’t forget that month where the students were sent to help guard outposts in the war.” 

Jeralt grimaced.  “Right, I nearly forgot about that since I was on mission too.” 

“Rhea doesn’t like foreign invaders, never has,” Alois said.  “Missions to help the Alliance check Almyra happen at least twice a school year.” 

Edelgard considered that as she ate her pasta.  The Church really did have their hands in everything, yet they had kept out of the Insurrection of the Seven.  What other events in history did the snakes have a hand in that Rhea looked away from?

“I trust you’ve been keeping up with your training?” Byleth asked. 

Edelgard quickly finished chewing, swashing it down with a glass of sweetened lemon water.  “I would like to think so.  Between Captain Jeralt and Commander Alois I feel like I’ve progressed greatly with the spear and axe to the point that my sword skills have fallen behind.” 

“I suppose we’ll just have to test that assumption.” 

Byleth’s eyes glimmered with the promise of rigorous drills and Edelgard couldn’t wait.  It probably wasn’t fair to bait her friend like that, but she missed her dearly while she was away.  She’d missed out on two weeks of the woman slowly opening up, letting down some of the walls of her emotions.  Edelgard just hoped that those walls hadn’t gone back up during her absence. 

“So, what’s this about Catherine bringing someone back with her?” 

Byleth paused, a spoonful of meat pie halfway to her mouth.  She looked longingly at the bite before setting it back down with much hesitation.  “I’m not sure.  Our mutual friend was rather giddy about it, however.” 

Right, they were in public so mentioning Sothis by name was too much of a gamble.

“I look forward to meeting this Shamir,” Edelgard replied easily, settling back into her meal. 

Byleth continued to discuss her travels, the woman’s voice barely shifting with any discernible emotions.  Edelgard thought she could pick up a slight change of pitch here and there, but she could also be projecting her own feelings upon her blade instructor.  As she feared, some backsliding had occurred but not as much as she feared.  Soon enough there were nothing but empty plates and the basket of bread was depleted. 

Her teacher had gone back for seconds, bringing a slice of cheesecake back with her that Edelgard surprisingly had room for.  As Edelgard finished her plate and dessert, Byleth managed to polish off the second meat pie and her own slice of the sweet desert.  It was taking time for Edelgard to adjust back to how heavy some meals could be, and even after months she sometimes struggled to eat a full portion.  Even the light pasta she had ordered was almost too much to stomach, but she knew she would need the strength for the afternoon lessons.

“El, could you run by the library for me?” Byleth asked, handing over a sheet of parchment.  “I need a few books to research my next lecture.” 

“I can certainly do that, my Teacher,” Edelgard agreed, seeing two titles by name on the list along with a few notes about them.  “I take it you still need to report to the Archbishop?” 

Byleth sighed.  “I do.  Father, I would ask you to join me, I’d like to cast a few lines.” 

Jeralt nodded, any levity having faded.  Byleth was making it a point to use her command over time to get information out of the Archbishop at every opportunity, and they were beginning to get a picture of what happened to Byleth as a child. 

Not that Edelgard was hearing the full story, but she wasn’t prying either.

Byleth would open up in her own time, that much she simply had to trust her Teacher with.  Such secrets weren’t owed to her, so Edelgard resolved to be patient.  Having finished her meal, Edelgard stood and bowed slightly to Jeralt. 

“I take my leave to fulfill the request your daughter has of me.” 

Jeralt laughed.  “No need to be stuffy about it, now off you go.  You’re free for the day.” 

Stepping into the vast library of Garrag Mach, Edelgard couldn’t help but marvel at the massive shelves lined with books.  It actually eclipsed the Imperial library, which Edelgard hadn’t thought possible.  It was a dizzying experience each and every time she stepped foot inside the building, but she was there with a purpose.

Edelgard hurried over to the counter where a kindly old man stood.  He looked up from his ledger and smiled widely.  “Hello Tomas!”

“Well, if it isn’t little El,” Tomas said, setting a fountain pen aside.  “Here for more books on famous battles?” 

Edelgard nodded, pulling out a sheet of parchment.  “Byleth asked for two specific books to prepare for her coming seminars.” 

He took the list gingerly, reading the titles as well as supplementary works that might be useful to reference despite her apparent perfect memory when it came to her passions.  Edelgard was starting to suspect that she requested those books specifically for Edelgard’s benefit and she wasn’t sure how to feel about that. 

Tomas cross checked the locations of the books while Edelgard waited, considering how her life had changed in the last months.  It was strange to consider that she had been a prisoner just a few short months ago, and a pampered princess two years prior.  The guilt weighed on her greatly, knowing that her siblings died while she lived.  Jeralt had called it survivor’s guilt, something he claimed to be all too familiar with given his extended life.

“Ah yes, here they are,” Tomas said, placing the books on the counter. 

Edelgard accepted the tomes, as well as the scrolls that Byleth had listed out, with a smile.  “Thank you, Tomas.  I don’t know what we’ll do once you retire.” 

The librarian laughed.  “There’s still a few years left in these old bones, little El.  Don’t you worry, Byleth talked me out of leaving last year, and I think I’ll stick around a while more.” 

He punctuated that statement with a wink, returning to his work in managing the largest collection of books in all of Fodlan.  Edelgard left, smiling as she found herself humming along with one of the hymns she heard every service only to stop cold when she realized what she had been doing. 

“What was that?” Edelgard whispered to herself. 

“It sounds to me like you’re happy,” Tomas said, not looking up from his work.  Edelgard barely managed to avoid dropping everything in her arms at the sudden proclamation.  “Cling to that, it is truly a precious feeling.” 

With a swift bow for the advice, Edelgard hurried out of the library, not yet ready to confront that feeling, or the fact that she was fairly certain that the man was right.

Thankfully the next hour following lunch would normally be a seminar, this day being Byleth’s lesson on battlefield tactics.  Those had been put on hold with the absence of her teacher and Edelgard was thankful to have Byleth back for those.  The books were dry reading, but Byleth always spiced them up with detailed diagrams of troop movements and hypotheticals of how things might have played out differently.

Edelgard might not be planning on leading armies, but she knew the day might come when knowing troop movement might save her life, especially with the snakes taking hold of her country to serve as their blade.  Then again, as the apprentice and squire of the Captain, there was actually a good chance that she might see large-scale combat given a few years of training.

Edelgard strode into the classroom with full confidence and took the books straight to the desk, setting them down for Byleth with a smile on her face. 

“Thanks, El,” Byleth said, her face impassive and her voice monotone.  “I appreciate it.” 

“Think nothing of it, Lieutenant Eisner,” Edelgard said, sticking to formalities given the more public setting.  Unfortunately, just as they settled in for the lesson the door opened and in stepped an apologetic looking Alois.  

“Sorry to bother you, but Lady Rhea is requesting you, Lieutenant.” 

Her teacher grimaced, looking back at the blackboard with trepidation.  Clearly she would rather stay and was considering doing just that when Byleth’s demeanor shifted abruptly. 

“Very well, it must be important for her to interrupt my class like this,” Byleth said softly.  “Apologies everyone, but it appears it will be one more lesson of book reading before I get to resume teaching.” 

Several students let out groans and Edelgard could only offer a soft smile of reassurance.  As Byleth departed she stopped beside Edelgard and leaned in close.  “My father won’t be at the meeting, let him know that we have news from Ordelia, he’ll know what it means.  Not fishing or training, I need to conserve my attempts from here.” 

Byleth continued on without blinking, joining Alois as he led her off to the Archbishop’s audience chamber.  Edelgard stood, her cheeks red as all eyes turned to face her.  “Apologies, it would seem I need to inform the Captain of her summons.” 

“Shouldn’t he be in the chamber with them?” An academy student asked. 

Edelgard tried to shrug it off.  “I am assuming he is somewhere not easily reached.  As Lieutenant Eisner is my direct superior, I dare not gainsay her orders.” 

And that should be the end of it.  She wasn’t a student of the academy even if she did attend some of the lessons with them, she was part of the Knights of Seiros.  Orders were to be followed, which was half the reason it worked so well as a cover.  Few would expect that the girl so eager to do as instructed would be a hidden princess.

Edelgard skipped the obvious and sought out the Captain in the third most likely location, the stables.  Sure enough, he was brushing the mane of a mighty warhorse even as he fed it apple slices.  It was always sweet to see how the man doted upon his horse, he’d explained it that since the animal carried him into battle it deserved the finest of treatment, for their lives were often cut short. 

It was a fine sentiment, and one that she intended to mirror should she ever take up to a mount.  She wasn’t ready, her own training was progressing, but such matters took time.  Perhaps one day she would ride a mighty horse into combat, but something told her she would be much more dangerous riding a pegasi or wyvern instead.

Taking a breath, she squared her shoulders and approached her superior.

Captain Jeralt turned, then smiled kindly at the sight of her.  “Hey kid, shouldn’t you be at By’s lesson?” 

She nodded.  “I was, but the Archbishop sent Alois to summon her.” 

“Her but not me?” Jeralt said with a frown.  “She just returned from a mission hours ago, what could be so urgent?” 

“Byleth said it was something to do with Ordelia,” Edelgard passed along. 

Jeralt’s eyes widened as his expression turned grim.  “Damn, I feared it might be something like that.  Head home and inform your mother, it seems we might be running a side mission in addition to whatever Rhea decides to do about this.” 

A grim chill settled over Edelgard as she realized the implications.  The snakes must have made a move, and they were about to answer it, whatever it might have been.  Rhea would do something, but it would be Jeralt and his hidden cabal that truly answered whatever atrocity it might have been.

“Sir!” Edelgard snapped, turning so she could run straight back home.

She barely considered that she already thought of Alois’ house as her home.

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Edelgard found herself biting her lip as the Eisners entered the home behind a troubled Alois.  Whatever news that Rhea had delivered, it wasn’t favorable.  She restrained herself from asking, no matter how badly she wanted to know. 

Jeralt stood strong despite the heavy air around him.  “We just received word that Professor Ordelia has officially retired due to family troubles.  Apparently he lost all but his youngest daughter to illness.” 

Edelgard’s stomach dropped at the news, the circumstances a perfect reflection of her own life.  She burned to rush out there and offer her hand in assistance, secrets and propriety be damned, yet she knew she couldn’t risk her secret like that.

“I was asked by the Archbishop to step in as the replacement professor for the remainder of the year,” Byleth added.  “My father is going to join a small contingent of knights as they return the former professor’s remaining belongings to him in Ordelia.” 

She’d addressed that statement to Edelgard and the former princess understood exactly what was being asked of her.  As Jeralt’s squire, she had the perfect excuse to travel with him, and her relative newness to the position meant she could also opt to continue her training if she felt she wasn’t prepared for potential combat in the field.  It also meant more time apart from the woman who had gone out of her way to ensure Edelgard felt welcome.

A choice, and one she didn’t feel prepared to make. 

Yet, it was one that she couldn’t run away from.  “Permission to join the expedition.” 

“Granted,” Jeralt said immediately.  “We’ll be departing in three days, we’ll need to go over a few things in your training until then to ensure you’re fully prepared.” 

“Understood Captain,” Edelgard answered. 

Mother was biting her lip as she regarded the Captain.  “Is this going to be safe?”

“Nothing is ever safe, but I promise to make El’s safety my first priority.” 

It was clear that Mother had difficulty accepting that, yet there wasn’t much she could say against the idea.  Having become Jeralt’s squire meant that she would eventually be called on such missions at a moment’s notice.  That it was happening sooner than any of them anticipated was besides the point.

“We’ll head down to the stables and select a mount that likes you well enough for the journey,” Jeralt said with a reassuring smile.  “That will give you a few days to acclimate to one another while we go over camping and field watches.”

Edelgard could only nod in agreement only for Byleth to move beside her, pulling out a block of dried meat flakes from a pouch.  Staring down at the pemmican, Edelgard could only raise an eyebrow. 

“You still have travel rations on you?” 

“Always,” Byleth said.  “I keep enough food on my person at all times to survive two nights with another person.” 

“It’s a valuable lesson for those of us who live a martial life,” Jeralt said.  “When I considered running away with Byleth I studied all I could about mercenary life, convinced that was my best bet for keeping her away from the church.  I kept those lessons close even after…” 

Alois smiled, though there was still much pain to it.  “It’s been sixteen years old friend, I think we can say it now.” 

Edelgard didn’t miss how her mother’s hand lingered on Alois’ back, nor how it seemed to soothe the hurt that had come to the surface.  They were trying to hide it from her, but as time went on it was becoming increasingly obvious that they were struggling with keeping things hidden from her.  Perhaps once she returned from this journey the three of them would need to have a long conversation. 

“I’ll be making sure you’re able to survive should you be separated from my father,” Byleth continued.  “The next two nights you’re going to camp with me out in the woods beyond the walls with nothing but what you will carry with you.” 

Edelgard’s stomach flipped at the declaration, knowing it would be just the two of them away from all others.  Byleth was practically her hero, having saved her from the bandits that were sent by the snakes to end her life.  Disappointing the woman was one of her greatest fears right alongside ending up back in chains.

Alois and Jeralt spoke with her mother for a moment before the mountain of a Captain stood and laid a hand on Edelgard’s shoulder.  “Stables first, then you can make arrangements with Byleth to go camping.  I trust she’ll instruct you in everything you need to know.” 

Byleth inclined her head in acknowledgment of the trust being shown.  “I just wish I could go on this mission with you.  I’m certain Sothis’ gift would be of use.” 

“It would,” Jeralt said with a grimace.  “Unfortunately Rhea has given you a job and I can’t see a way to deny her.  She’s also not likely to approve any missions for your class in the area.” 

“I’ll see if I can convince her,” Byleth said, a twinkle of mischievousness glinting behind her eyes.  “Sothis has a few ideas for manipulating her wayward daughter.” 

“That’s the spirit!” Alois said, clapping loudly.  Jeralt groaned almost immediately, though it took Edelgard a moment to comprehend the rather on the nose joke.  “Now, I expect Edelgard back here for breakfast each morning until it’s time for her to depart.  Other than that, enjoy yourselves.  You only get to be kids once, and camping in relative safety is a luxury few get to enjoy.” 

“Of course uncle Alois,” Byleth said.

“Daylight’s burning,” Jeralt said.  “El, come with me.” 

“Sir,” she answered, hopping back to her feet.  “Byleth, I’ll meet you back here once our business has concluded.” 

Byleth’s lip quirked ever so slightly.  “I hope you find a loyal steed among the unclaimed.” 

“As do I,” she answered with a much wider smile.  

Edelgard almost brought her hand up to wave goodbye but stopped herself before she could.  Her cheeks burned at the aborted action and she ignored her mother’s smirk as she hurried over to the door where Jeralt was waiting.  He gave her a firm pat on the shoulder then they were off to the stables once more. 

Edelgard wasn’t sure which animal might call out to her, but she had an idea of where she would start.  As they arrived her eyes immediately drifted to the pegasi, specifically the one that had winked at her when she walked in.  The captain was speaking, but she found herself walking up to the steed, heedless of what he might be saying. 

She reached out, leaving her hand close to the horse, yet not so close as to appear aggressive.  Edelgard knew how hard it was to trust strangers, and she had only started trusting Jeralt and Alois in the last few weeks.  Even then, most of that came down to how Byleth trusted them completely. 

The Pegasus looked through her, as if judging her very soul.  Edelgard stood transfixed by the piercing gaze of the clearly intelligent animal.  Everything felt heavy, as if hanging in the moment, then the pegasus pressed her head into Edelgard’s hand and closed her eyes. 

“Well, isn’t that interesting,” Jeralt said. 

Edelgard giggled as the steed nibbled gently at her fingers.  “What is?” 

Jeralt stepped over to the winged mare, running a hand along her mane without complaint from the majestic animal.  “This mare hasn’t seen a rider in over a year, not since her original partner returned home and never came back for her.  This poor thing never seemed to bounce back from the abandonment.” 

“Who was it?” Edelgard asked, still transfixed by the connection she felt with the animal. 

Jeralt laid a heavy hand on her shoulder.  “Celica von Hraesvelg.” 

Edelgard’s legs nearly gave out on her, but between the supportive hand and a stubborn pegasus, she remained upright.  Her eldest sister, the last Hresvelg to attend Garrag Mach before the insurrection.  Their imprisonment had been timed with her return, the soldiers storming the dining hall during the celebration. 

“Breathe,” Jeralt said softly.  “In for four counts, out for eight.” 

She followed her mentor’s instruction, breathing slow and steady as she did.  The lurching panic settled, but didn’t quite abate.  Rationally she knew that such events were in the past.  Those people had no idea she yet lived.  Byleth had seen to it that rumors spread through Abyss that a white-haired girl with lilac eyes was found at the mercy of some bandits.  The Knights of Seiros cut them down and burned all their bodies, the girl among them. 

“Thank you,” Edelgard said, her words carrying a warble that betrayed the truth.  “It is difficult to broach the subject for me.” 

“Understandable,” Jeralt said.  “You will need to work on that in the future, as such a tell would be detrimental for your secrets.” 

Fists clenched as she accepted the advice for the truth it was.  That didn’t make it any easier, but she would need to work on anything that might confirm that El, the Knight of Seiros, was not the missing Edelgard von Hresvelg.  War would be coming, and there was little point in accelerating those plans before she was ready to fight on the front lines alongside her Teacher and Mentor. 

Three to four years, that was how long she would have if Jeralt’s latest intelligence was to be believed.  Adrestria was still on war footing, but had suffered losses.  They would need to wait for more boys to grow into men, for more women to flee their families seeking the sanctuary that military life offered them, assuming the snakes didn’t restrict service. 

It was always one of the reasons Adrestria could field the largest army on the continent.  The Kingdom didn’t allow women to serve, instead treating the Academy as a potential matchmaking service for women lacking a betrothal in addition to healing lessons.  Then there was the Alliance where it was strongly discouraged for women to serve among the rank and file.  Some still made it despite that, a woman named Judith had been rising the ranks according to Jeralt’s intel.

Neither were in a position to strike first, not to mention that the tensions just weren’t there.  The Kingdom was in negotiation with Duscar, seeking an end to the ongoing hostilities, and the Alliance was fresh off their semi-annual skirmish with Almyria.  There was no room for further conflict on the continent at the moment. 

“Go meet with the kid,” Jeralt said, startling Edelgard out of her thoughts.  “I know this is serious and all, but try to enjoy yourself.  You only grow up once and you’ve had enough of your childhood stolen as it is.” 

Edelgard bit her tongue on the knee-jerk response that had almost slipped free.  It wouldn’t do to insult the man who was only trying to help her.  Rather than voice her responsibilities, she instead bowed her head slightly, just as she would have when showing respect to her family. 

Maybe there was some wisdom in his words.  Jeralt had lived longer than most, and if anyone had wisdom to share, it was an elder who could still fight with the best of them.  With one last look at the pegasus that would soon accompany her into the field, Edelgard made her way back home. 

“Yes, it is useful to know how to conjure fire when camping, but sometimes you might be too exhausted for even that,” Byleth explained as she demonstrated a third method of making fire without magic.  “If any of my lessons stick, you will never need these methods as you will have flint and a knife, but father believed in being prepared for anything and I intend to impart that lesson upon you as well.” 

Edelgard nodded along, watching the knight’s work rather intently.  Prior to her imprisonment, she might have dismissed such precautions.  Her time in the cells beneath Enbarr had taught her lessons, some more valuable than others.  One such lesson was how important fire was when your only meal was a squealing rat that happened to get too complacent with eating the flesh from your own leg. 

Suppressing the shiver of revulsion that such memories still brought with them, Edelgard accepted the offered tools and began to craft the implement that Byleth had just used to produce a small flame.  Her own creation wasn’t nearly as refined as Byleth’s, and it took her longer to create smoke, let alone the smoldering bits that soon grew to fire, but she did it! 

That was when she squeaked as a firm hand came down atop her head. 

“Good work.” 

Edelgard’s pale face must have turned positively scarlet with how warm she suddenly felt.  The last time someone had told her she did well at something was one of her older brothers after…  What had she done again?  The cloud that hung over her memories from before was a near constant source of irritation, and while her mother could fill in some of the gaps, they weren’t always close. 

That she was making up for lost time meant the world to Edelgard. 

“I had a good teacher,” Edelgard said, allowing a bit of a teasing tone to slip through even though she meant every bit of it. 

Byleth blinked, then a small twitch of her lips followed, allowing the barest hint of a smile to pierce through her otherwise placid face.  It was a welcome sight, as always, from the stoic swordswoman. 

“Now that we have a fire, I’m going to teach you basic field hunting and prep.  Have you killed an animal for meat before?” 

“Yes,” Edelgard said, not elaborating further.

Byleth nodded.  “Good.  Grab your bow, what we eat these next nights will depend upon what you manage to kill tonight.” 

And so, Edelgard followed Byleth further into the woods, learning to recognize signs of game, and even ended up shooting a rabbit.  Dressing an animal wasn’t as easy as Byleth made it look, for she had killed her own rabbit as well, all so a demonstration could be made.  The work was messy, and smelled dreadful, but Edelgard didn’t blink once. 

She had endured worse.

Byleth walked her through which parts of the rabbit were good for roasting, and which would be better off smoked for rations later.  Preparing a smoking rack took a little over an hour, but it was in place by the time the rabbit hind legs were ready to eat. 

Another lesson that Byleth imparted was to always carry some salt and to know which wild herbs were good to flavor food.  Wild onion grew everywhere, but wasn’t nearly as good as what everyone cultivated in their own gardens.  It still proved better than nothing.

Following that, Byleth walked Edelgard through setting up a small tent, then laying out a sleeping bag, the latter of which would be carried on her person given Pegasi weren’t pack animals.  Then came the part that Edelgard wasn’t as comfortable with. 

“You won’t be sleeping in a tent,” she said as she checked the smoking meat.  “Pegasus riders don’t burden their steeds as they aren’t nearly as resilient as a war horse.  Instead, you will bunk under her wing, which I will note is far warmer than any tent.” 

Edelgard nodded, but she still didn’t like the idea of being so exposed outdoors.  At least she could see the sky, and feel the wind upon her face.  Such things were something that Edelgard would never take for granted ever again.

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After two days on the road they were finally approaching Ordellia territory.  Edelgard rode atop her pegasus, Raan.  Jeralt led the procession of knights and attendants, the caravan hauling the personal effects of the former professor.  Byleth wasn’t with them, but she had managed to arrange for field exercises for her new class, the Blue Lions.

Not that they would be close enough to reinforce them in a pinch, but it did offer a place that would be easier to fall back to than the monastery itself.  It was better to plan for trouble and not need those preparations than to need them and not have planned for them. 

The manor was in sight, though it remained hours away.  It was situated atop a mountain of a hill, able to see far around.  No doubt the guard were well aware of their approach.  That didn’t stop Edelgard from growing nervous, especially with the suspicion that the snakes were lurking in the shadows. 

Edelgard wore her armor, polished to a gleaming silver where steel rested over leather.  Her armor was of a light variety to accommodate her mount, and she carried a spear rather than sword or axe.  She didn’t have much experience with fighting in the skies, but she wasn’t expected to.  Jeralt had told her that should it look like they might encounter an enemy force, she was to fly for Byleth’s camp immediately and move to intercept their fighting retreat. 

The thought of running didn’t sit well, but she knew better than to argue.  Her mentor had stated that he would allow her to make a different call as soon as she could win a spar with Byleth, which meant it would be some time before she ever took the field properly. 

“Eyes up,” Jeralt said.  

Edelgard snapped to attention, spotting the trio of riders on approach.  They were still several minutes out, but it was enough to put her on edge.  Raan must have picked up on her unease as her wings unfurled, at the ready to take off at a moment’s notice.  She ran a hand along her mane, hoping to calm the spooked animal, but it was doing little for her own growing anxieties. 

Jeralt rode ahead, along with two other Knights to meet with the messengers.  Edelgard couldn’t hear what was being said, so she was forced to sit there patiently and wait.  She could tell that the talks weren’t going smoothly, and Jeralt was showing clear agitation.  Eventually he broke away, riding right up to her. 

“We won’t be permitted access to the manor,” he said bluntly.  “As such, we are to be escorted to the grounds where we will leave the cargo and depart.  Apparently Count Ordelia is unwilling to meet with anyone at this time.” 

“That certainly rings familiar,” Edelgard muttered. 

Jeralt nodded.  “It sure does, which is why we’re going to have a little accident that requires us to spend the night before we can get back on the road.” 

“Where we will gather information,” Edelgard said. 

Jeralt nodded.  “We brought an infiltration specialist with us for a reason.” 

Edelgard’s eyes flicked over to the specialist, a student with feminine qualities with a charming personality that somehow set Edelgard ill at ease.  She didn't know much about the man other than his status as a student of the Academy.

“Can we trust him?” Edelgard asked. 

“Byleth vetted him,” was all Jeralt needed to say. 

With an imperious nod, Edelgard let herself fall back, moving her pegasus beside the lilac haired man who regarded her with a single half-lidded eye.  She let the silence hang as some of the other knights began to give them a bit of space. 

“We need an accident that will delay our departure until the morning,” Edelgard said. 

Yuri didn’t answer immediately, content to ride along for several moments.  “Let me guess, that’s so I can do my thing and get inside the building unseen?” 

“It is,” Edelgard said.

“Consider it done,” Yuri answered, spurring his horse forward. 

That solved one problem, which meant it would be a simple matter of waiting until he had completed his work.  Worst case scenario, he would be caught and they would either have to play it off as a student going rogue, or they would end up in a running battle all the way to Byleth’s encampment.

Whatever the case, all they could do was wait for it to play out. 

Edelgard sat beside the fire as Jeralt continued to argue with the groundskeeper of the manor.  They still hadn’t seen even a hint of Professor Ordelia or any member of his surviving family even after all of his personal effects were off loaded into the manor. 

Suspicious was one word for it, and it hadn’t escaped her notice that Yuri slipped away in the initial chaos and hadn’t returned.  Raan chuffed beside her and she absently passed one of her apple slices over to her which was happily accepted by her steed.

Edelgard smiled as her pegasus crunched the apple, her eyes never quite leaving the men that guarded the grounds.  Were they wearing the faces of others like her uncle, or were they simply hired mercenaries doing as the snakes told them?  Jeralt hadn’t taken his eyes off them either, even as the argument finally concluded and he came to sit beside her at the fire. 

“Still no word,” Jeralt said softly.  “If he isn’t back by sunrise we may have to leave without him.” 

The former princess bristled at the bluntness of the statement, but she also knew Jeralt well enough to know that wouldn’t be the end of it. 

“How long until someone doubles back for him?” 

Jeralt smirked as he spooned up a bowl of stew and passed it over.  “As soon as I’m certain the last tail dropped us.” 

Edelgard accepted the bowl with a smile, blowing softly before she took the first bite.  It was better than any travel ration had any rights to be, but couldn’t compare to anything that came out of the kitchens of Garreg Mach.  Only three months had passed since her escape and already she saw the monastery as home and the people close to her as the family she should have had all along.  Alois acted more like a father than her own blood ever had. 

Jeralt was harder to place, but he was no less close in her heart.  He had taken her under his wing, made sure she was protected from everything that might come for her.  Jeralt Eisner had more than earned her trust and she was determined to live up to it. 

That left the final member of their cabal within the Knights, Byleth.  Being apart from her hurt in ways that Edelgard struggled to understand.  Despite Alois and Jeralt training her, she felt closer to the younger Eisner than she did either of them.  Perhaps it was how close in age they were, but there was something there that she couldn’t put into words. 

“Movement,” Jeralt whispered.

Her eyes were tracing the shadows before the word was finished being spoken, and that was when she spotted Yuri slinking through the dark behind one of the guards.  He didn’t have anyone with him, but his face was grimly set.  Knowing that he needed a distraction, Edelgard started coughing, and promptly spilled her stew all over herself as she jumped up. 

Jeralt moved quickly, his massive frame doing a far better job of drawing attention to them than anything she could do as he began to forcefully pat her back.  Edelgard had to flare her Crest of Flames to avoid falling over, but it was enough for Yuri to slip past the guards and back into the camp.  He would need a few moments to blend in before he could report back. 

Edelgard took her time cleaning the stew from her riding pants, then settled back in for another serving.  She had never been a heavy eater, but appearances needed to be kept.  The refilled stew was eaten and she chased it with some water just as a certain lilac haired man sat down beside Jeralt. 

“Sup boss?” 

“You missed my apprentice making a mess,” he said with a smirk. 

Yuri glanced down at the stained pants and laughed.  “So I did, but I didn’t miss the blood stained cells in the basement, or the metal tables with restraints, or how their only remaining daughter now has white hair.” 

A sucked breath was met with every drop of Edelgard’s blood turning cold.  She instinctively drew on her Crest of Flames to chase the chill away even as her breathing turned shallow.  The world narrowed around her even as she heard distant voices calling for her.  She was in the dark, grinning men wearing faces not their own looked down upon her as they worked.  Her siblings cried out as the light left their eyes, and Agnes screamed as she was carried off into the shadows. 

“El!” 

A sharp sting drew her away from the darkness, the rush of dull light flooded her senses as she sucked in a deep breath.  Jeralt hovered over her and it took a moment to register that she was laying down against the dirt.  She blinked, then coughed heavily, forcing herself up as she did.  A hand came up and rubbed her cheek, only to wince when the contact made her flinch. 

“Sorry about that, princess, had to slap you before you called every eye here to us,” Yuri said from a safe distance.  “You were muttering about siblings dying and I don’t think you want secrets like that getting out.” 

She shared a glance with Jeralt who had the decency to look a bit chagrined.  This was why she liked to keep Byleth close, information slips were easier to manage, and now they either needed to let Yuri in closer, or have him silenced for good.  That second option really didn’t sit well with her, so she would just need to wait for Byleth to interrogate the man first. 

“Congratulations,” Edelgard said flatly.  “You understand that I lost my family horrifically.  Would you like a cookie?” 

Yuri’s expression faltered, then the man sighed.  “Let me guess, this is where you decide if I need to be a casualty of the mission?  It’s clear there is more to your circumstances than I initially guessed, but if my hunch is right, you’ve got more in common with that girl inside than you do someone like me.” 

As if to punctuate the point, Yuri played with bits of his lilac hair while eyeing Edelgard’s dyed strands with a knowing look. 

Before Edelgard could start hyperventilating again, a meaty hand landed on Yuri’s tiny shoulder.  The young man looked up at the Knight Captain of Seiros who had served in the position for over two hundred and fifty years.  There was true fear in his eyes as he came under the cold scrutiny of a man who had probably killed more people in his time than Edelgard could truly fathom. 

“Do I need to say it?” 

“No ser,” Yuri answered. 

“Good,” Jeralt said, removing his hand as he did only to shove a rolled up sheet of paper towards Yuri.  “Then put together everything you saw inside and help me formulate a plan for dealing with this mess.” 

“We’re rescuing the family?” Yuri asked. 

Jeralt nodded.  “And killing every one of the bastards that did this if we can.” 

Yuri stared back at Jeralt, his expression betraying nothing for but a moment before he grinned in a way that sent chills down Edelgard’s spine. 

“Count me in.”

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Steel slipped through flesh with ease as Yuri gently set the dying man on the ground as he tried and failed to take in the air needed to scream.  Knowing where to stab someone so they died quietly was one of the first lessons Edelgard’s mother had given her once a martial life was clearly in her future.  A clean kill, and one that promised there was far more to Yuri than he let on. 

Just like he knew there was more to her. 

There was less mutually assured destruction there, given the people that Edelgard had in her own corner, but that didn’t mean she was completely in the clear.  Byleth had investigated the man, and that was all Jeralt was willing to share.  She knew there was more to it, there always was, but secrets couldn’t be unshared. 

If she asked, they would tell her, and that was all the trust she needed. 

“Clear,” Jeralt said.

“Clear,” Edelgard confirmed, extracting her axe from the neck of the mage. 

It was her first kill, and a part of the young apprentice wanted to recoil in shock at what she had just done.  Edelgard knew she would need to take lives if she were to continue her course and maintain the ruse of her identity.  This was an extension of that.  The snakes were a target she thought she would feel no remorse over, but as she looked at her bloodstained axe, she wasn’t so sure. 

Yes, she was likely to switch to the spear when she became a Pegasus Rider in truth, but for the moment she needed the weapon she was best at handling, and that remained the axe despite months of practice with sword and spear. 

“All good?” Jeralt whispered. 

Edelgard shook out her free hand, taking measured breaths as she did.  “Yes ser.” 

A lie, but one that he allowed her.

The manor was sparsely populated.  Aside from the now dead groundskeeper, there were no signs of any actual staff on site.  Just more mages in those damn masks, and most of those were watching over the Knights in the courtyard outside.  It was clear that the snakes were in control, and she was determined to make sure they didn’t know what hit them. 

“All that leaves is the creepy basement covered in old blood,” Yuri said.

Edelgard shouldered her axe and stepped forward.  “Then lead the way.” 

“So bossy,” Yuri quipped.  “One might be inclined to think you’re used to others listening to your every command.” 

“Enough,” Jeralt said, his voice brokering no argument.  “You will be briefed once we’re back at Garrag Mach, and not a minute sooner.” 

The lilac haired man huffed, but didn’t say anything further, just pushed open the false wall and stepped into the dark.  Edelgard hesitated, the sounds of scurrying rats well familiar to the teen.  The firm hand of Jeralt came down on her shoulder, a reassurance.

She needed to be strong, she needed to face her past.  This was a chance to take that first step, to deal a blow to those who stole her family.  No matter how hard Alois tried, he would never be able to fill that void, not completely.  No matter how close she grew to everyone at the monastery, they would never be replacements for those she lost.  They were new parts of a new life, and it was time she put the past to the axe. 

That first step made her muscles lock up.  The smell of old blood washed over her in a familiar way and visions of knives in the dark and burning in her veins almost overwhelmed her, but Edelgard pressed on, one step at a time.  By the time she reached the bottom, her every inch was a trembling mess, but she had done it. 

She returned to the dark to confront the snakes who lived within. 

Yuri’s silhouette shimmered, a dull thump followed a moment later.  Edelgard continued forward, and was stopped by Yuri’s outstretched hand from tripping over the body.  Edelgard nodded, unsure if he could see her, then waited for him to press on.  It was clear that he had some considerable experience working in the dark, and she was more than happy to leave it to him. 

Two more bodies fell before they reached a door, which Yuri was quick to crack open.  Orange light filtered through, nearly blinding Edelgard in the process.  She drew on her Crest of Flames to mute the effect, just a trickle needed to allow her eyes to adjust.

“Seven targets,” Yuri whispered.  “On three, breaking right.” 

“One,” Jeralt answered.  “Two…  Three.” 

The door flew open as Yuri darted towards the right two mages, and Edelgard locked in on the one straight out from the door.  Jeralt was a step behind her and flowed to the left.  Twin Crests pulsed as Edelgard brought her axe down and cleaved a man in half.  She knew her strength was something monstrous, but it was another thing to see it in person. 

Snapping out of the initial surprise, she pivoted to Yuri only to find both his targets well in hand.  She then turned and rushed the four men that Jeralt was single-handedly holding off.  Edelgard crashed into them with all the fury that her small body could produce, and her axe bit through flesh once more, spilling crimson. 

She lost track of herself in the flurry of motion, eager to finally return the favor that the bastards had inflicted upon her family.  Steel and blood filled the air as she drew upon her Crests, carving deep into the monsters that deserved it.  She turned, ready to tackle the next foe when they grabbed her by the arm and threw her to the ground even as she thrashed against him. 

Then he pulsed his Major Crest of Seiros. 

“Calm yourself, it’s over.” 

Jeralt.

The moment shattered, reality caught up, and Edelgard shut her eyes.  A deep breath followed as she focused on each sense.  Touch was first, grounding her with each sensation of slick stone over gloved fingers.  Smell was next, copper heavy in the air.  Taste…  More copper from the blood, and she wasn’t sure if it was her own or someone else’s. 

Her eyes opened next and she was greeted by the sight of distant eyes staring at nothing even as blood spilled from the split wound in their skull.  Her own handiwork.  Tears streaked down her face even as she tried to school herself.  She wasn’t like Byleth and able to go blank when needed, much as she wished to be in that moment.

Jeralt eased off her, and then offered her a hand up.  Edelgard accepted it, her whole body trembling as she crashed from the rush of the fight.  Hands on knees, she panted in an effort to get her breathing back under control.  It wasn’t working, and the world began to constrict at the edges.

“Panic attack,” Jeralt said.  “You know what to do.” 

Edelgard nodded, the instruction helping to ground her as she took control of her breathing.  Two cycles later and Jeralt patted her shoulder again and began to step away.  Yuri was across the room, helping some slip of a girl no older than eleven back to her feet.  She wore nothing but bloodied rags that concealed little and had hair as pale as her own before it was dyed. 

“Where are the others?” Jeralt asked. 

The girl didn’t answer, or even respond.  She just hung there in Yuri’s arms as he lifted the insensate girl into a bridal carry.  He hesitated for a moment, then held her up in a silent offer.

“I’ve got her,” Jeralt said, accepting the girl from him.  “Check the other rooms, be thorough.” 

“You got it,” Yuri said, his voice completely cold. 

Someone cried out a moment later, but the voice was too deep to have been Yuri’s for Edelgard to concern herself with.  Instead, she focused on the girl in Jeralt’s arms.  The only other person she knew of that could relate to what had happened.  By all accounts, the Ordelia family had the experiments done to them first, yet she was still being held in captivity. 

What was the point of it, unless losing her had cost them more than they anticipated?  Edelgard couldn’t understand their motivations, but something told her that they were looking to get more pawns back into play.  Anything to make up for the loss of their little Flame Emperor. 

Yuri returned after a moment, his face grim underneath the blood splatters. 

“There’s nobody else here,” he said.  “No sign of the Ser or Lady of the house.” 

“Dead,” the little girl said.  “They killed them, want to wear their skin…” 

Just like Edelgard’s Uncle. 

“Lysithea Ordelia?” Jeralt asked softly. 

The girl’s head bobbed ever so slightly. 

Silence settled over them as Jeralt sat there, grim-faced.  It didn’t take much to figure out that he was weighing what to do about the situation.  How many people might die if he acted now.  As much as Edelgard wanted to slaughter them all, she knew better than to trust her own judgment in the face of those who took everything from her.

“New objective,” Jeralt commanded.  “Get her out, kill every one of these bastards and bring her home with us.” 

“Ser,” Edelgard snapped even as Yuri grimaced. 

“Gonna be a hell of a fight, what with the numbers arrayed against us.” 

Jeralt grunted, and Edelgard felt the gentle pull of his Crest as it came to life.  “We won’t be playing fair.  El, hold nothing back.” 

“Understood,” she answered. 

Normally, Jeralt wanted her to keep a lower profile, to hide that she held such monstrous power within her.  It was one thing for himself or Byleth to show their full might, it was something else entirely for an unknown slip of a Squire to suddenly keep up with them.  She could do it, but only by drawing deeply upon her Twin Crests. 

With a firm grip on her axe, Edelgard led the march back up the stairs, only dimly aware of Yuri taking Lysithea back from Jeralt before they stopped at the doors.  Edelgard held up her hand, drawing upon one of the spells that she had been learning with Byleth.  Both Crests pulsed, empowering the magic as it leapt from her open palm and exploded forth.

The doors disintegrated into shrapnel, killing several mages on the other side in her opening salvo.  Edelgard dropped her hand and charged forth, Jeralt only a half-step behind.  Bodies broke as the alarm was raised, and the Knights that arrived with them sprung into action, their standing orders making it clear what they were to do next. 

The explosion of chaos was followed with measured violence.  Both of her Crests sang at being used to their fullest, her blood burning as she cleaved from one man to the next.  Lightning danced along her fingers and lashed out on command.  Her minor Crest of Seiros harmonized with Jeralt’s own Major Crest and the pair moved in unison, dispensing justice upon the deserving. 

Crimson painted Edelgard’s vision as she tore into the beaked mages.  Fire splashed against her armor, singeing her skin.  Her Crest of Flames flared as she cut down the mage that threw the spell and her skin tingled with instant relief.  The surprise was almost enough to draw her out of the moment, but another mage preparing lighting drew her back in. 

A crescent moon appeared behind them, then tore into their body in a macabre display worthy of any enemy slain with her axe.  Edelgard turned, finding Yuri off to the side still holding the girl, who had an outstretched hand that pulsed with power. 

“Sound off!” Jeralt yelled. 

“Clear!” one answered. 

“Two entrenched!” another yelled. 

Jeralt was already moving before the man had finished speaking, but Edelgard didn’t move to follow.  Too much help could easily turn into a hindrance, that had been one of his first lessons in group combat.  Instead, she stood and listened for anyone else that might need support, but the call never came. 

“Clear!” Jeralt shouted a moment later. 

Several answering calls resounded, including her own, and that signaled the end of the fight.  Not that Edelgard was about to drop her guard given how crafty the mages could be.  Byleth wasn’t there to save them in the event someone got hurt thanks to a lack of due vigilance.   

“Gather the bodies, take them into the manor,” Jeralt ordered his men.  “El, Yuri, on me.” 

She hurried to do as commanded and snapped to attention.  Yuri took a few moments longer; understandable given his cargo.

“Please put young Miss Ordelia in the arranged cart,” Jeralt continued.  “El, a word in private.” 

Yuri nodded, and moved away even as Edelgard followed Jeralt behind one of the more isolated carts. 

“Ser?” 

“Once all the bodies are moved inside, we’re staging the scene, then making it look like Miss Ordelia set the dungeon ablaze and the fire spread.  I want these monsters convinced she’s as dead as they think you are.” 

The idea certainly resonated well with her, and Edelgard wasn’t about to argue against denying the monsters another victim.  It still hurt that she left her half-sister behind, but this girl was right in front of her and she had the power to help.  She wouldn’t dare deny her the aid that she herself had been granted. 

“Understood, just tell me what you need.” 

Jeralt grimaced as he looked off into the distance.  “I need a body close enough to her own size that they will assume her death if they are truly determined to investigate.  Something tells me we won’t find anything approximate among the enemy mages, and I don’t want to mess with the private cemetery.” 

Edelgard did not like where this was going, but what else could she do? 

“You need me to rob a grave of the village nearby.” 

“I’m sorry to ask this,” Jeralt said, “but we’re on a time limit and need to be gone long before dawn arrives.” 

She only needed a moment to consider the request.  “I’ll do what I can.  Will Yuri be available to help, or is he to attend to Miss Ordelia?” 

“I don’t trust any of the other knights to watch her, so you’re on your own,” Jeralt confirmed.  “Discretion is paramount, so watch for a gravekeeper.” 

With a sigh, Edelgard saluted and moved to carry out her grim orders, knowing that it was necessary to ensure the safety of their newest charge.  Flashes of blood continued to dance behind closed eyes as she walked, but that would be a problem for another day.

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Edelgard wanted nothing more than to slip off to the baths and clean off the filth of the road, but one thing took precedence.  Jeralt and Yuri were busy smuggling Miss Ordelia past the gatekeeper, and she was on a mission to update Byleth on what had happened and where they needed her to investigate further. 

That she could blow off class, complete her investigations, then act as if it never happened?  That was simply a boon and one that Edelgard tried to not think about too deeply.  The nature of time and manipulating it as such was beyond her for the moment, though Byleth did her best to explain how it worked as far as she understood it. 

Never mind that she was being coached by an aspect of the Goddess herself. 

Despite smelling of a week on the road, even after availing herself of the baths of the manor before torching it.  Lysithea had needed cleaning up, and Edelgard was the only one who could really help the poor girl.  Thankfully Yuri had the foresight to switch tasks for her, because Edelgard really didn't want to dig up a grave.  That the baths were big enough to swim helped, and Lysithea couldn’t be alone, nevermind how she wasn’t strong enough to manage the feat herself. 

Edelgard knew how crushing the memories could be in those early days, the temptation to put them to a permanent end.  She had her mother at first, and then Alois, Byleth, and Jeralt; all people that helped her work through those early days.  Lysithea would have the same support in addition to her own.  She wasn’t quite sure who would be taking the poor girl in, but she was confident that it would be someone in their circle. 

A small part of her hoped it would be Alois. 

It wasn’t as if she was lonely, but she didn’t want Lysithea to be alone, not with how Byleth had her own room at the academy now that she was officially serving as a professor.  Speaking of the newly minted professor, Edelgard stopped outside her classroom, taking a breath as she did.  Why she felt nervous was something she didn’t really understand, but that wasn’t about to stop her. 

The Blue Lions didn’t notice her slip in, but Byleth’s eyes did flick over to her briefly, and Edelgard could have sworn that she caught sight of a smirk on her face.  It was gone before she could confirm it and nobody else seemed to have caught it. 

The class wound down a few moments later and aside from a few glances, nobody really paid Edelgard much mind.  She was a known figure at this point among those at the Academy thanks to Byleth’s lessons.  A fact that should have worried her, but for some reason she felt secure enough to walk with her head held high.

One of the men seated near the front had approached the stoic teacher and was conversing with her while the others filed out.  One of the young men with orange hair winked at her, but she paid him little mind.  The man currently speaking with Byleth had long black hair, with perhaps a slight tint of blue to it, tied off in a ponytail.  He held himself well and wore the cape of the current House Leader for the Blue Lions. 

Glenn Fraldarius, son of Rodrigue and one of the families closest to the Royal Family of the Kingdom.  Edelgard hadn’t known much of the family lines of the other nations before her—  With her stay at the Monastery, getting to know all the important names was a moderate priority.  Being known to the people that Byleth would be teaching for the few months remaining in the year was just sensible. 

“Thank you for the update, Glenn,” Byleth said with a nod before turning to face her.  “El, glad to see you back safely.  I trust everything went well with the delivery?”

“Some complications,” Edelgard said, her hand mimed a circle at her side.  It wasn’t where Byleth could see it, but she was trusting Sothis to pick up on the signal and relay it.  

Byleth nodded.  “We can discuss it over dinner.  Let your mother know to expect my father and I, and another addition.” 

Edelgard’s eyes widened momentarily before realizing that Byleth likely used her power over time to learn everything she needed.  It was always disconcerting when she did it, but it did allow her to save literal time when things were in motion.  Which was why Edelgard wasn’t surprised at all when Byleth hurried off, leaving her with the Blue Lion House leader. 

“Quite the driven woman,” Glenn said with a chuckle.  “I wasn’t certain how I felt when she took over as our professor, but I must say, she has proven to be exceptional.” 

“That is certainly a word for it,” Edelgard agreed, laughing politely.  She didn’t know this man except in passing, and didn’t want to offend him if he happened to be the sort to wield power like the nobles of the Empire.  “Sometimes I wonder who I’m actually supposed to Squire.” 

Glenn belted out a laugh.  “I can certainly see that!  I wish you could meet my fiancé, she’d love to train with you.” 

“Fiance?” Edelgard asked before she thought better of it.

“Ah right,” Glenn said, pausing.  “It’s a political thing.  She’s a few years younger than me and has been promised to me since she was born.  I’ve tried to treat her well, but…” 

The very idea of it made Edelgard’s stomach churn.  Yes, the story of how her mother and father met was likely a sweet lie, but she’d never gotten over the idea that a marriage should be for love instead of any other reason.  With how close she was getting to Alois, how happy they seemed together, that notion was only growing stronger.

Glenn sighed.  “She’s essentially been taught from birth that she should be happy with me, and doesn’t really know any better.  I didn’t think much of it until coming here, but Holst really put me in my place over it and forced me to reexamine quite a few things I thought of our Kingdom.”  

Edelgard hummed, unsure what a safe answer was before deciding on something a bit more neutral.  “I imagine that all nations have their own quirks.” 

“I agree, which is part of what makes this academy so special,” Glenn said.  “It has forced me to look at things from a wider view, to consider new ideas.  I couldn’t call off the engagement if I wanted to.  Galatea territory would starve without our support and my father would cancel it the moment that I backed out.  As much as I would love for Ingrid to plot her own course in life, there isn’t much I can do except support her own dreams as best I can.” 

“Is that dream why you think she would like to train with us?” Edelgard asked. 

Glenn looked away, rubbing the back of his head.  “Something like that.  She’s always looked up to the knights of the Kingdom, even fancies herself a Pegasus Knight.  I saw you practicing with your own Pegasus before your mission and it reminded me of her.” 

Edelgard smiled, thinking of the ornery girl who probably saw as much of her sister in her as she did Raan.  It was a connection they both shared; memory of someone lost to the past.  Somehow Edelgard had ended up on the path to becoming a mounted knight herself, and she couldn’t find any reason to dislike it.

“Will she be here for your graduation?” Edelgard asked. 

Glenn stopped for a moment, his expression turning thoughtful.  “She wasn’t going to be, but I think I could arrange it, if only for her to meet someone who is living her dream and is close to her own age.  Yes, I think that would be good for her.” 

A genuine smile graced her lips.  “I would be happy to speak with her, and show her some of the things I’m learning.  Perhaps you could even sponsor her time at the academy, let her experience it as well.” 

“I think I will,” Glenn said.  “Thank you for humoring me, El, I’ll let you know once I hear back from Ingrid.” 

“Of course,” Edelgard answered.

With a wave, the Blue Lion departed, and Edelgard found herself alone in the classroom.  Once upon a time, she assumed she would be a member of the Black Eagle class, leading it just as her siblings had once done.  Now, that future was lost to her.  It was almost bittersweet, but she was at the academy and learning, just not how she once saw it. 

With a sigh, Edelgard departed, eager to clean off the worst of the grime in the privacy of her home.  Her mother had been waiting when she arrived, clothes already laid out for her to change into and a hot bath drawn and waiting.  Going in for a hug had only resulted in a firm hand on her sternum, pushing her away before being directed towards the waiting bath. 

“The smell of death clings to you,” Mother said.  “Go get cleaned up, relax for a bit, then we’ll talk about what happened.  Lysithea is currently sleeping in my bed.  We’ll figure out a place for her to spend long term this evening.” 

Not knowing what she should say, Edelgard nodded before slipping into the tub, glad for how it was large enough to soak in.  An hour later she stepped out to an active discussion between the entire inner circle. 

“I can take her in no issue,” Alois said.  “She can have Anselma’s room now that she—” 

He cut off as Jeralt elbowed him, but the point was made. 

“That works,” Edelgard said, deciding that they shouldn’t try and hide their relationship any longer.  “It isn’t like mother has been using that room for the past month.” 

Alois looked away.  “You weren’t supposed to notice that.” 

“We weren’t being subtle,” Mother said with a sigh.  “And we were going to discuss this anyway once El returned.  This just wasn’t how I planned to bring it up.” 

“As long as he makes you happy,” Edelgard said.  “Also, if my input is of any worth—” 

“You’re a valued member of the team,” Byleth said, cutting her off.  “Your input will always be valued and let nobody convince you otherwise.” 

Heat flooded Edelgard’s face, right down her neck as she looked away.  A few chuckles sounded as everyone took some enjoyment from her mortification.  How could Byleth just say things like that so readily?

“As I was saying,” Edelgard continued, still unable to look anyone in the eye.  “I am familiar with the procedure that Lysithea endured.  I think having someone who knows exactly what she went through, who she doesn’t need to present a false strength with, would only be beneficial.” 

“Agreed,” Jeralt said.  “I just don’t want to place more hardship on Alois than I already have.” 

“Another mouth to feed,” Mother muttered.  “It wouldn’t be too much of an additional burden on the household budget…  Maybe I could find work within the Monastery as well?” 

“I’ll try to get Alois a raise at the next budget meeting,” Jeralt said, apparently not liking the idea of her being too exposed given she was once a student of the academy. 

“I can help with that,” Byleth added, glancing off to the side as she listened to advice only she could perceive.  “Right.  My teaching budget is fairly substantial, and is in addition to my pay as a knight.  I can certainly help with expenses if things are tight.” 

“We don’t want to impose,” Mother started. 

“Just invite father and I over more often,” Byleth said.  “Your cooking is far better than either of ours anyway.” 

Jeralt sputtered even as Alois laughed.

Edelgard wrinkled her nose.  “Is that why he offered me burnt hare while on the road?” 

“I didn’t want any parasites to survive!” Jeralt exclaimed, jumping to his feet. 

Everyone watched him for a moment, then devolved into laughter.  It took a moment, but Jeralt joined them in the mirth, and the atmosphere settled back into relative calm.

“Now that we’ve gotten embarrassing the old men off the agenda,” Byleth said, pausing for a moment before her tone shifted along with the subject matter.  “I talked with Yuri, gauged his reactions with Sothis’ help.  I think we can trust him to keep our secrets, but I don’t want to bring him completely on board just yet.” 

“A fair assessment,” Jeralt said.  “He has skeletons in his past, that much is clear.  If he proves loyal long term, we can slowly let him in.” 

Edelgard agreed with the assessment and offered no dissent.  He was skilled, that much was certain, not to mention how perceptive he could be.  It made her nervous that he knew just one of her secrets, if not all of them.  Only time would tell if he could be trusted.

“That brings us to the final point I wanted to go over,” Byleth said, sounding frustrated.  “I’ve been given a mission by the Archbishop on behalf of another professor.” 

Edelgard looked up in surprise.  She had only just gotten back and she was already being separated from Byleth again?  It wasn’t fair, but she didn’t dare give voice to those feelings, not with how serious the tone of the room had grown.

“It’s in the Empire, the imperial capital to be precise,” Byleth continued, her face grim.  “It looks like the civil war has begun, at least in the back rooms.  Professor Cassagranda has requested that I extract a pupil of hers before some noble tries to claim her as a prize.  Shamir and I are leaving with a trade caravan at first light.” 

Chapter Text

Diverting to the Empire hadn’t been part of the plan, but orders were orders and Lady Rhea had attached her personal seal to the matter.  She would rather have spent some time with her father and El now that they were back, as well as the new arrival Lysithea.  Unfortunately duty called.

Now, Byleth was accompanying Shamir into Enbarr to retrieve a person at the request of Professor Casagranda.  With the spark of civil war having been lit, the lines divided in ways not yet fully public, the Professor had wished to rush off to bring someone to safety.

When Lady Rhea caught word, she called all the Professors in, along with Catherine, who in turn brought Shamir.  When the case was made for extracting her protégé and all but adoptive daughter, Rhea had agreed to her request, but not to her carrying it out herself.  With the tensions in the Empire, it was too much of a risk to send someone so well known into the heart of things. 

It was the same reason Catherine couldn’t go, being a former Faergen noble and known Knight of Seiros.  Shamir wasn’t much better with her Dagdan features and the recent war, but she was unknown to most in the Empire.  It was only when Byleth volunteered that Rhea nearly lost her composure.  It took three different attempts to reason with her, but thanks to some coaching from Sothis, she had managed to convince her grandmother that it was the most prudent and covert way to get the target to safety. 

And Professor Casagranda promised to cover her classes for however long it took.

Which was how Byleth found herself in Enbarr.  Absently she wondered if she could divert and assassinate a Noble or two that had been part of Edelgard’s torture, but such actions carried too much risk.  If one of them appeared directly in front of her, then she would take the target of opportunity, but the priority remained getting one Dorothea out of the city.

Aside from a sketched portrait, they didn’t have much to go on other than her being a member of the same opera house that Professor Casagranda worked for before she was hired as a physician for the monastery.  At least Byleth remembered where it was, having been part of the detail that escorted her. 

“Why do so many of the guards wear bird masks?” Shamir asked. 

Byleth regarded them with a critical eye, being careful to keep a hand off her sword.  She hadn’t dared to bring the Sword of the Creator with.  Despite having been missing from history for nearly a thousand years, it was still easily recognized as a relic.  No, she had a simple enough Silvered Sword, wrapped in basic leather.

The masks matched those that Edelgard mentioned being present in the dungeon with her, which meant these were likely associates of the snakes that harmed her.  That alone would be enough reason to have them put down, but the Church held little influence in Adrestia, meaning she couldn’t unilaterally hand out judgment like she wanted.

“Well, if someone isn’t sweet on their rescued princess.” 

Byleth didn’t react to the teasing words though her eyes did briefly swivel to regard the floating specter that had followed her since that fateful day.  Sothis.  The Beginning.  The Progenitor Goddess herself.  It was taking some time for the stoic swordswoman to wrap her head around the fact that the supreme being of her religion was currently living in said head. 

Or rather, some aspect of the Goddess that happened to be rather sarcastic.

“Need I remind you that your thoughts are shared with mine?” Sothis huffed. 

That did get a bit of a smirk out of Byleth as she continued deeper into the city.  It didn’t take Sothis warning her to know that the beak masks were following them, but that could simply come down to them being unknowns in a city bordering on civil unrest. 

“Shamir, we need to hit up a tavern,” Byleth muttered.  “We’re sellswords, and we are doing a poor job of selling that ruse.” 

“I have never been to Enbarr,” Shamir answered.

“Me either, aside from escorting the Professor here,” Byleth said, then her eyes followed to where Sothis was pointing.  “That place looks promising.” 

The front of the building was wide open, relying on ornate pillars of intricate stonework to hold up the rooftop, which looked to hold a dwelling or inn rooms.  It was hard to tell from the outside, but the sight of people eating and drinking was enough.  Shamir followed her within, and immediately the atmosphere changed. 

“Her kind ain’t welcome here,” someone spat.

Byleth raised an eyebrow at the blatant racism, but that wasn’t a surprise.  Shamir had warned her, and they dealt with plenty of it when recruiting the woman in the first place. 

“Oh piss off,” Byleth said, ignoring the sharp glares as she flicked her hair in the same way that El was fond of when it wasn’t braided.  “We’re just here for a drink and to pick up a new job, we’ll be on our way soon enough.” 

“I think that only made them angrier,” Sothis pointed out. 

Which was her intention.  No amount of flowered words would sooth the tension and leaving would only mean more people following them with intent to harm.  Causing a scene would draw attention to themselves, but it was also the last thing that a foreign agent would attempt in broad daylight. 

“Some days I truly question your logic.”  

“No work here for her kind,” one of the bigger men said, rising to his feet.  He sauntered over, looking her up and down.  “Though I can think of something a little girl like you might be good for.” 

His hand reached out for her, but Byleth was quicker.  Her knife came free and found itself between his legs in an instant, the tip just barely cutting into the fabric.  The towering man froze and Byleth affected a pleasant smile.  Her practice with Alois was clearly paying off seeing as the man stopped cold. 

“None of that,” Byleth said.  “All we want is a drink, maybe see a show, then take a job and be on our way.”

“Guards won’t side with you.”

Shamir huffed.  “Do we look like we’re concerned with the beaked bastards out there?”

“You should be,” a man said.

Byleth turned and regarded the person seated in the corner booth.  He was tall, that much was obvious even with him seated.  His long black hair hung past his shoulders, a far cry from what she was used to seeing from lowborn men in the Empire.  Worse, he had a shifty look about him, one that immediately put her on edge.

Byleth pulled her knife away and released the man and turned to face the newcomer properly.  He gestured and she moved to join him, taking a seat across from him in the booth.  Shamir stood nearby, keeping an eye on the others in the tavern who were now pointedly ignoring them.

“You were followed,” the man said.  “Unless you take drastic actions, you’re as good as dead, Azure Flame.” 

Shamir immediately drew her knife, but the man now held a sigil in his open palm, only waiting for a flex of will to activate and unleash Hades upon them.

“It seems you have us at a disadvantage” Byleth said, her fingers already reaching for the strands of time. 

“Vestra, if you need a name to put your worries at ease.” 

“Is that not the name of your little princess’s former vassal?” 

He is too young to be the man who took her to the dungeons, so this must be the attendant himself.

“Yes, the one who was unable to keep them from taking her.”

We can’t be certain this is actually him and not someone wearing his face.

“Well, there is a way, but abusing my powers for experimental murder is beneath you.”

Byleth could only agree with that statement.  It would be all too easy to get into the habit of stabbing people to be sure, knowing she could always walk it back.  How long down that twisted road until she began to like it?

“It doesn’t.  I’ve heard enough rumors about the Insurrection to not trust anyone involved.”

“Intelligence is such a rare trait these days,” Vestra said with a dark laugh.  “Perhaps we can be of use to one another after all.”

“Doubtful,” Shamir said. 

Byleth didn’t agree with the sentiment.  “We’re here to extract someone.  If your use doesn’t facilitate that, we’re done here.”

Vestra sneered.  “Who?  Some Noble Scion that someone at the Church is sweet on?”

“Close.  Dorothea Arnult.  Manuela asked us to bring her in before the civil war kicks off.”

Vestra blinked.  “You’re better informed than my agents would suggest.”

“Your agents aren’t worth what you pay them,” Byleth said easily. 

“That or you’re keeping Rhea out of the loop,” Vestra said with a glint of something in his eyes. 

“That’s malice, child.”

“What’s your offer?” Byleth asked. 

“It seems our two goals coincide.  I want someone killed and he just so happens to be at the Opera tonight.” 

“This someone got a name?” Shamir demanded.

“He does,” Vestra said, his expression turning thunderous.  “Varley, the Minister of Religious Affairs.”

Sothis let out a low whistle.  “One of the men responsible.  This is hardly a difficult offer to consider, now is it?” 

Almost too good, she agreed

“I think that could be arranged.  Anyone who would sell out House Hraesvelg is no friend of the Church.”

“Funny,” Vestra said with a sneer.  “Had you held that sentiment closer, the house might not be down to a sole survivor.”

Byleth’s expression didn’t change, but silently she wondered if he knew that Edelgard still lived, or if he was referring to the sister she had to leave behind.  There was some temptation to go check on her, but that risked overextending Sothis’ ability when they needed it the most.  Even feeling the man out was a risk currently.  Unless she needed to reverse time anyway, there wasn’t much point in doing so.

“Take that up with the Archbishop,” Byleth said, standing.  “Now, think you can keep hostile eyes off us long enough for us to slip away?”

Vestra snapped his fingers and immediately half the bar erupted into a brawl and a waitress screamed.

“Your window.”

“Oh that bastard!” Sothis exclaimed with a riotous cackle.  “Best not waste it!” 

Byleth grit her teeth and pushed through the crowd and towards the kitchen.  Sothis confirmed that Shamir was right behind her as the brawl turned downright nasty.  The kitchen staff jumped in surprise as she passed through and emerged back onto the streets.  A cursory glance showed a complete lack of beak masks, which was exactly what she hoped for. 

“Hoods up,” Byleth ordered, already pulling her own up.  “We’re going straight to the Opera House.” 

“Ma’am,” Shamir said, doing the same. 

The crowds quickly settled back to normal, and this time none of the beak masks they encountered paid her much attention.  That gave her time to dwell on the man that had effectively played her for the entire conversation. 

How far back can I go when we need to revert that conversation?  

“About four hours?” Sothis mused.  “It will take more effort than multiple shorter reversals, so tread that road lightly.” 

Understood.

The sun was setting by the time they found the Mittelfrank Opera Company in full swing.  The streets were packed with people attempting to make their way into the building, while others offered tickets at what she could only assume were highly inflated prices.  Worse were all the spotlights messing with her vision in the fading light, though they illuminated the painted signs that showed a familiar likeness in glamorous detail.

“Oh damn, this girl is going to have one hell of an ego,” Shamir muttered.  “She’s what, thirteen?” 

“Soon to be sixteen,” Byleth corrected.  “Around a year older than El.” 

“At least she’ll have someone her own age around,” Shamir said.  “Though something tells me you might end up with some competition.” 

Byleth wondered what she meant by that.  It wasn’t as though El would cease her apprenticeship just because another girl her age happened to be around.  Though, the idea of spending less time with El did stir something within her that was difficult to put to words. 

“Oh you poor child,” Sothis muttered. 

Putting that aside, Byleth pushed her way through the crowd and towards the building.  Security kept the crowd in order, which would make infiltration difficult, and a part of her wondered if paying for the tickets would simply be easier. 

“A moment,” Shamir said, stepping away. 

Byleth watched her go, then a trickle of amusement welled up as it became obvious they had similar ideas, but rather than buy a ticket from one of the kids selling them, she instead plucked a pair from the pockets of a wealthy gentleman who wasn’t paying nearly enough attention to his belongings. 

“Nice,” Byleth said as she returned.  “That solves one problem.” 

And it did, even if it took some time to get through the doors and the girl checking the tickets gave them a sceptical look.  The inside of the building easily eclipsed the exterior, with women in elaborate outfits waving to those coming through the doors and directing them to their seats.  One of those women stopped Byleth with a smile and held out her hand.  A quick check of her ticket and she was waved through one of the staircases leading up to the balcony seats.

“Are we really going to sit through the whole show?” Shamir asked.

Byleth shook her head.  “No, we’ll slip away at the first opportunity.” 

“Sure we will,” Shamir agreed, but something told Byleth she was missing some subtext to her words.  Communication could be confusing when people weren’t straightforward and it often frustrated her. 

Their seats weren’t private, which meant that Shamir could have done slightly better in choosing her mark, but Byleth knew better than to complain over a target of opportunity.  A few of the attendees eyed them, but none really said anything either, content to gossip amongst themselves rather than include a stranger. 

That was when all the lights cut out save for the one on the stage.  A lone woman stood there, wearing a simple white dress and chains around her legs.  Brown hair cascaded down from underneath her hood and Byleth found herself transfixed upon the scene before her. 

Then the woman began to sing. 

“You are an ocean of waves…” 

Haunting was the only word she could use to describe the aria.  Byleth knew she didn’t feel emotions the same way others did, though that had been changing with Sothis’ help.  The performance was touching upon some emotion she wasn’t familiar with yet.  A part of her wanted to ask Sothis, but her little ghost gremlin of a Goddess was similarly entranced.

“Lost in thoughts, all alone…” 

The crowd clapped politely, but Byleth remained transfixed as Dorothea left the stage. 

“That’s her,” Shamir said, moving to stand only to stop when Byleth hadn’t moved.  “By, we need to get down there before she gets swept up in the performance.” 

Shamir was right, but that didn’t make it any easier.  Byleth wanted to hear more, to feel more.  Yet, she had a mission to carry out, one that could be the difference between life and death for that angelic voice.  No doubt she would have all of the wrong attention when war broke out.  Some Noble would claim her as a prize and that would be the end of it. 

A man in armor came to the stage next and began to sing of war and conquest.  It failed to move her emotions in the same way that Dorothea’s aria had, which was all the prompting she needed to continue with the mission.  Shamir rolled her eyes when Byleth stood, and the pair pointedly ignored the huffs from those in their row as they exited. 

Byleth was quick to descend the stairs, and promptly ran into a young woman who was immediately on guard at their sudden appearance. 

“A bit early to need to freshen up,” she said.  “Let me guess, you were so moved by Thea’s little show that you wish to whisk her away to parts unknown?” 

Byleth blinked at how on the nose that was, but kept her face otherwise blank.  “Would you believe us if we said we were here on behalf of Professor Manuella of Garrag Mach’s Officer Academy?” 

A flat glare was her answer.  “Sure, and I’m the Azure Flame herself.” 

Byleth conjured blue flames over her open palm. 

Shamir slapped her own forehead. 

“Security!” 

Time shattered and Byleth rolled it back, sighing even as Sothis giggled. 

“Did you truly expect that to work?” 

It was worth the attempt? 

“No, it wasn’t.”

This time, Byleth delayed descending the stairs quite so quickly and allowed the woman to pass without being seen.  Waiting a moment longer, Byleth finished her descent and moved towards the door the woman had just exited and found herself in an employee only area if the lack of polish and glamour was any indication. 

Dim lamps served as the only illumination and cast all the alcoves into deep shadow.  Everything about the space screamed security problems, with so many ways for an infiltrator to hide, it would be easy to— 

Byleth’s hand was moving before she could finish the thought, barely managing to catch the blade that had streaked from the shadows.  A woman stepped out a moment later, wearing the garb of a performer, but she held herself like a proper warrior. 

“Not bad,” the woman said.  “Most assholes sneaking backstage get dumped in an alley after meeting me.” 

It took Byleth a moment to realize that it was Dorothea that had thrown the knife.  Before she could say anything, the woman was on her, knives flashing in the dim light.  Byleth backpedaled quickly, ducking and deflecting the probing strikes.  The woman was good.  Byleth had come to Enbarr expecting to withdraw someone who would need protection, not a seasoned Warrior who could give El a proper challenge! 

She caught one arm by the wrist, twisting to try and lock the nimble woman down, but she just rolled with the motion, and ended up with a nocked arrow pointed directly up one of her nostrils. 

“Dorothea Arnult?” Shamir asked.  “You are not as Manuella described.” 

“Oh I’m sure she painted a dainty picture,” Dorothea snipped, knives vanishing up her sleeves once more.  “The harmless songbird that needs a strong, noble, man to save her.” 

“Oh, those two are going to be trouble once they stop trying to show one another up,” Sothis said. 

“I see no men here,” Byleth said, keeping her face neutral.  “Besides, she told us to expect more lightning than steel.” 

Dorothea’s stance shifted ever so slightly.  “Who are you?” 

“Byleth Eisner.” 

“The Azure Flame,” the woman said, leaning back casually.  “Well, it’s not everyday a Knight of Seiros braves the capital of vipers.  Alright, you have my attention, what is it you want?” 

“Manuella asked us to extract you from Enbarr before the fighting broke out,” Shamir said. 

“Fighting already happened,” Dorothea said.  “Half the Nobility is dead and the bird beaks are running the show now.  Arundel secured his position last week.  We are already planning a play about the Night of Blades.” 

“How convenient that Vestra failed to mention that,” Shamir muttered.

“Or he plans to kick it off in truth with his little request,” Byleth countered.  “Vestra junior still lives, which means that there might be a chance we ignite the war regardless.” 

“You can’t be serious,” Dorothea snarled.  “If you kill Varley, who is here tonight, you’ll bring down unholy hell on all of our heads!” 

“Then bring everyone with you,” Byleth said.  “Something tells me Vestra’s involved, even if only from the shadows.  He wants this man dead in a showy way, and doesn’t care if your girls are implicated.” 

And Byleth had the time to spare on the attempt. 

“You seriously want to attempt to smuggle an entire Opera company out of the country?” Shamir demanded.  “By, that’s insanity!” 

“Only if we fail,” Byleth said with a smirk. 

Varley leaned over, listening to the words of the girl.  She would be inviting him backstage to meet with the cast of the show, flattering him over being one of the most important people in the new Government.  The show was wrapping up, and Byleth had a perfect view of Dorothea’s final performance.  Once again she was moved to emotion, but it was muted with the plan currently in motion. 

The slimy Minister hadn’t bothered to bring his wife or daughter, it made sense given the paid escort on his arm.  Dorothea knew the woman, and knowing she was someone who knew how to slip some poison into a drink wasn’t a surprise.  Byleth had even money on Vestra having hired this woman to finish the job if she couldn’t. 

“I cannot wait to finally meet young Dorothea,” Varley said as the door opened.  The woman who had fetched him trailed behind at a safe distance.  “Women like her are so very rare, especially at her age.  A beautiful flower in full bloom, exactly how I like them.” 

Varley barely made it three steps into the shadowed space before Byleth’s sword ran him through, driving the air from his lungs in a weak gasp.  Of more importance, a sword through his lung would prevent him from screaming from what came next.  Blue flame erupted from the wound as she applied her namesake to the blade; entirely unnecessary but it would set the stage. 

His body fell and she wasn’t surprised when his skin didn’t shift like the infiltrators when slain.  Of more import, the fire was already starting to spread and soon one of Enbarr’s biggest attractions would be a beacon in the night.

“That should do it,” Dorothea said with a far off look.  “Okay girls, we get one chance to make this work.” 

The cast all nodded, and Byleth had been a bit surprised when even the male roles were being played by women.  An interesting choice, but she could see the reasoning behind it.  It was safer for everyone, and as Varley demonstrated, men could be dangerous when they thought they had power over women. 

Sothis floated through the air, taking them all in as they began to move, grabbing their bags and making for the exit.  The chaos should give enough of a smokescreen that nobody important noticed two dozen girls slipping out of the city proper.  And best of all, it would be hours before word got out that Varley was missing, let alone dead. 

And they would be gone long before then.

“Time to see if this plan of yours works, child.”