I never did see Iomna again weirdly enough, though I have run into Anna a few more times since then. Those times in the bar with everyone listening to Jeralt's tales are great memories. Still hard for me to connect that Jeralt and Byleth are even related in the first place. I'll miss Jeralt, though I'm unsure if Byleth will ever forgive me considering the hand I played in it.


I step into Rhea's atrium where I see her, Seteth, Manuela and Edelgard standing around looking towards the opening waiting for me, which makes me feel a bit uneasy. I apprehensively walk to meet the group as I hear Rhea announce, "Good, looks like everyone is here. Now we can begin the briefing."

I nervously scratch the back of my head and say, "Hopefully I didn't keep you all waiting."

Seteth seems to ready himself to barrage me with some kind of chastisement, but Rhea quickly replies, "It's no issue, Edelgard just arrived moments before. It matters not now that everyone is here. Seteth, be so kind and give them their mission."

Seteth visibly restrains himself by readjusting his posture and breathes out, "Very well Lady Rhea. With the activities of the Western Church being investigated by the Golden Deer and the Blue Lions being dispatched to the Brionic Plateau to fight bandits this month, Lady Rhea and I decided that the Black Eagles would best be suited to investigate the strange reports we've received from the Eastern Church regarding the town of Hyrlin.

"Hyrlin? Not much is out there when considering House Hrym…" Edelgard comments as Manuela chimes in, "So what are we exactly doing in this town? Can't say I've been there before."

"They have had strange disappearances and events recently. Our reports are varied, yet all disturbing. Thick fog covering the roads, merchants disappearing, sickness that rots flesh spreading, and people having waking nightmares. Even some being unable to be woken up at all leading to them being quarantined. The people are very superstitious and believe it to be angry ghosts, but we suspect some other sort of foul play."

Rhea nods and reaffirms, "Indeed. The people there are panicked and desperate, yet don't take well to outsiders, therefore, we thought the Black Eagles would be best suited as most are native to the Empire. As for the magical effects and sickness, we decided that Manuela with the assistance of Santos would make for a suitable staff team to figure out what's going on."

"What about the local leadership? What are they doing about the mess" I ask curiously and Edelgard in an irritated tone replies, "Duke Aegir is in charge of the region and from my sources he's dismissed it as superstition and not worth Empire resources. The people of my country deserve better so I'm happy to go aid the people of Hyrlin personally."

Seteth nods and proclaims, "Then it is settled. You shall head out this afternoon to Hyrlin village. Should you take longer than 2 weeks please send a notice of assistance to the church."

"Have no worries Seteth. My students are quite capable and with the extra help you've provided you should consider this done," Quips Manuela in a haughty tone to which Rhea nods, "That is most reassuring. Make sure that you communicate with the locals to dispel any of the superstitions. You are dismissed."

Edelgard, Manuela and I all bow before the archbishop before we walk out of her holy atrium and close the doors behind us. I look at each of my new companions and say, "So what should I gather? I'm not super familiar with the protocol for missions around here."

"Just come with me and I'll get you ready. Edelgard, I trust you will inform the rest of the class? Meet Santos and me by the merchant caravans in a few hours and we shall depart."

Edelgard nods and reaffirms, "Certainly professor Manuela. I shall see you both soon."

As Edelgard walks away I feel my sleeve being dragged by Manuela towards my room. Still feeling curious I ask, "So Manuela, what should I bring?"

"The essentials. Extra clothes, any books you want to read, weapons, and soap. You'd be surprised how much I have to remind Caspar to bring that. Food and shelter will be provided in the caravan the church provides with the usual two knights that drive the carriage for our supplies," Manuela explains as I try my best to keep up with her quick walking pace. Still feeling some of the after-effects of the night before I try my best to hold down my nausea.

"Okay, here you are Santos! Get packed up soon!" Manuela chimes as she nearly tosses me into my quarters. I spin back around and ask, "How the hell are you so chipper? I feel like I went 10 rounds with a mountain."

Manuela leans in with a smirk and whispers, "Lot's of practice. Plus I have a special vulnerary for these sorts of things. Now I'll see you later Santos, and clean yourself up a bit."

I slowly close the door a bit confused and baffled by the rapid-fire way Manuela deposited in my quarters with my meager belongings. I look at the dirty robes in the corner that I stripped off earlier this morning musing, "Well, it looks like I have some laundry to do. That and I should probably get some books from Tomas to keep me occupied in the meantime if it's going to be a long trip."


Getting my gear together and some light reading proved to be an easy task as I begin to look around the merchant's grounds looking for the church's caravan. While I was washing my horrid smelling clothes earlier I pondered to myself when this became my life; working for a religious institute I didn't know or would believe existed about 6 years, practicing magic like a wizard from old stories I used to read as a kid and teenager, and being a murderer yet nobody seems to care if it's the right people while everyone wants to make a show out of it if it's the wrong people. I've been doing my best to adapt the the 'old school' morals of this world and I've found myself fitting in quite easily due to my other option being tortured and essentially burned at the stake. It's always strange the weird things that seep into your mind when you're waiting on your laundry to dry.

Looking and wandering around a bit absentmindedly for the caravan I hear a chilly voice to my left call out, "Well well, I was informed that we would have assistance, yet I did not presume it would someone as yourself."

I turn around and spot Hubert outside a large carriage that is sporting the Church of Seiros' insignia on one side of it and the Black Eagles insignia on the other. I walk over with my travel slack slung over my shoulder and ask, "Greeting Hubert, how are you doing?"

As someone who has never been off-put by Hubert's slightly dubious appearance, I have a relatively easy time talking with the man, as he's one of the older students at Garreg Mach. Besides, the man is a very intelligent mage that picks up complex subjects quickly and isn't afraid to voice his opinion, even if it can be rather blunt.

"I'm am well, thank you for asking. I'm quite surprised Lady Rhea is letting you travel with us. I'd be awful if something befell you, considering you are traveling within a territory that you are still wanted," Hubert cooly implies, but with me being a bit experienced with his dour personality I reply, "I trust Lady Rhea's choices. Besides, the church supports me as long as I follow through," I step a bit closer and continue, "Which I intend to do, by the way."

Hubert smiles and nods, "Of course, Doctor. I have no doubts you will follow through. I just wonder how long it takes until the church decides on not taking on such a dangerous liability."

"I'll take that as a friendly word of warning, so thank you for looking out for me Hubert. I appreciate it," I retort back with a peppering of sarcasm which elicits the desired result in the Black Eagles gloomy dark mage. Hubert frowns at my faux optimism while biting his tongue a bit to respond, "Have it your way, Dr. Capetillo. I have some last things to attend to before the rest of the Black Eagles arrive. Do make yourself comfortable."

Hubert marches off to continue his normal duties, which from our exchanges at past seminars is stalking Edelgard and making sure people don't bad mouth the princess. For a man that seems so cold, he truly is devoted a 110% to his liege like a true patriot. As I watch him disappear deeper into the rows of carriages I feel a tap on my shoulder and a familiar accented voice say, "Hello Santos, I take it you will be traveling with us during the mission?"

"Hey Petra, it's good to see you. How's the leg feeling?" I reply as I turn around to see Petra in her school uniform and carrying a large leather duffle bag with a bow strapped to her back.

"I'm quite well. Felt good as new the following day. You're magic is quite impressive."

I chuckle, "It's not all magic, it's a marriage between magic and medicine. Manuela would agree with me. Speaking of which, have you seen her around?"

Petra shakes her head, "No I haven't, but I imagine professor Manuela is coming along. Santos, I have a question to ask you."

A bit off-guard I slowly reply, "Uh, sure. What's the question?"

Petra clears her throat for a brief moment before elaborating, "I'm curious about how you have such a mastery of the Fodlan language. I still have great difficulty with speaking it. How do you manage?"

I shrug back and lie through my teeth, "I'm sorry but I don't really have a secret. Just a natural when it comes to language. I'm no good at teaching it, but I've mastered many languages since I've traveled a lot during my life."

"Ah, I see. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on my part. Thanks anyways Santos," Petra replies in a slightly disappointed tone as she waves goodbye to me and heads for the carriage to presumably store her supplies.

Noting I don't need to store my meager travel sack I take a seat in the dirt next to the carriage and dig through my sack for a book to read in the meantime. Tomas wasn't at the library this morning, and if I had to wager a guess the old codger was probably sleeping due to his erratic schedule. The book I decided on early to read is a historical text on some of the major events of the church, namely the war against Nemesis with the four saints and some later events like the Rite of Rising and the four apostles of the church. Seems like they really like the number four from the early days, but it doesn't seem like anything exceedingly significant.

I flip through the old pages for a bit skimming the very old handwriting for a bit until I hear Manuela's voice in the distance approaching my position. I can't quite make out what she is saying but she's talking with Edelgard, Hubert, Caspar, and Ferdinand as they are all on their way to the carriage I'm at.

"Ah, it looks like we are all set to go, along with the extra help," Manuela comments to her students while giving me a small wave of her hand to stand up.

"Uh, professor Manuela are you certain that an individual of this man's reputation is a wise decision?" Ferdinand protests with a worried look in his eye, and thankfully Manuela is quick to reply, "It was Lady Rhea's decision, and I support it. His skills will be useful, so mind your manners, Ferdinand."

"I can also hear you. Thanks for the welcome wagon." I dryly comment to the group which manages to get a smirk from Edelgard, and seeing the opportune moment to land some verbal damage, Hubert adds, "You should be more aware Ferdinand. Badmouthing someone to their face is ill-advised, additionally when that person is a potential ally. That doesn't bode well for an aspiring noble such as yourself."

"Hubert, I'd never considered doing such a thing, nor was it my intention!" Ferdinand pleads as the group seems to enjoy seeing Ferdinand squirm a bit. Ferdinand looks to me desperately and pleads, "I meant no offense. Truly. I am just worried about the bounty that is still present on your head as it could cause complications. Please accept my humble apology."

Ferdinand immediately snaps into a full 90-degree bow making me feel a bit awkward as I contest, "Alright, I get it, kid. Please stop groveling."

Ferdinand takes a few more moments to let his bow sink in, and from the corner of my eye, I can see Edelgard roll her eyes through a moment of panic does set in briefly when we exchange eye contact leading her to look away quickly. Hubert seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself and is making no attempt to hide his pleasure.

Manuela takes the reigns of the exchange once again declaring, "Alright, that's enough. You'll all have plenty of time to get acquainted with Dr. Capetillo on our travels. Let's get ready to set off. We are already running a little behind schedule as is…"

Manuela motions for the students to follow her as she continues to banter with them around the grounds. Ferdinand flashes one last look of remorse my way before following the group. I go back to my book as I hear the Black Eagles get situated and about 10 minutes later I hear Manuela shout out around the staging camp, "Alright Black Eagles, it's time to move! Ferdinand, you are out on point! Let's move Eagles!"

I hop up from my reading position and look around and see horses being led by Ferdinand and Petra to the carriage I'm at and another one nearby. I spot our two knights that are saddling up the horses to the carriages with some of the students help. I look for Manuela who is in between the chaos but seems to be done directing people.

"Hey, so where do you want me to ride?" I ask Manuela as I dodge past a horse being led by on the knight's that will undoubtedly be one of our drivers.

"Go ahead and go to that one. Ferdinand and Caspar will be taking point on their horses," Manuela explains as she points to the carriages as well as Caspar and Ferdinand saddling up their mounts for the journey ahead.

"Alright, and how long is it until Hyrlin?" I inquire curiously which seems to amuse Manuela as she replies, "About a 2 and a half days on horseback. We will make ample time considering the terrain gets more flat once we are out of the mountains."

I nod in understanding and begin to make my way towards the assigned carriage. Fodlan for as much I've traveled it isn't that large of a continent when in comparison with Earth, but when the fastest mode of travel is horses and has a lot of natural obstacles it can give off the illusion of being bigger than it truly is. Brigid from what I remember was basically comparable to Hawaii and Dagda is unknown, but from the maps, I've seen it's a large continent with much of it inhabitable due to lack of usable water in many of its dry regions. Still weird to consider when there are less than a million people on a single landmass that's considered the hub of civilization when compared to my old city had a population that rivals Fodlan in its entirety.

My daydreaming grinds to a halt as I reach the closed door of the carriage and pull the handle to open it. Inside the spacious carriage, I see Edelgard & Hubert seated next to each other on one side of the benches talking quietly amongst each other. Across them, I spot Lindhardt slumped against the wall of the carriage out cold, which I almost envy that he can decide to nap whenever and wherever like some kind of cat.

"Ah, so it looks like you will be riding with us. Please take a seat," Hubert intones as he gestures to the open spot next to unconscious Lindhardt.

I quickly take my seat and place my bag between my feet and reply, "Indeed, this everyone?"

"It appears so. Professor Manuela is riding in the other carriage while Ferdinand and Caspar are out taking point on horseback," Edelgard confirms as she places her hands neatly in her lap.

With a lurch, the carriage begins to move which forces me to brace myself by holding on the bench for support. After the initial moment change, I readjust my position to look at Edelgard and ask, "So, what can you tell me of House Hyrm and Hryln? I'm not very familiar with the empire."

"A bit surprising considering you were once an invader," Hubert affirms with a sly smirk upon his face, but Edelgard shoots him a brief scowl before returning her attention to me and replying, "House Hyrm tried to defect from the empire three years ago. They ultimately failed and their house was rendered defunct. Duke Aegir now oversees the region, though Hyrm has definitely seen better days."

"Is that so? What's so bad down there?"

"The people generally live in squalor and must pay heightened tax rates. Life there is not easy," Edelgard confirms. I nod and reply, "And what's your take on it?"

"As future empress to the Adrestian Empire, I believe that Hyrm must be punished though I wish not that the citizens suffer further. The nobility has been dealt with, which is who ultimately decided to leave in the first place."

Hubert nods in agreement and chimes in, "Indeed, while I agree taxation is acceptable upon the people of Hrym, the rates are...less than ideal."

"Sounds like you two have plans than for when Edelgard takes the throne," I confirm and both of them nod in agreeance as Edelgard adds, "Yes, I plan to install some progressive reforms, but now I have a question for you."

"Me? Sure, go ahead. I've got nothing to hide," I respond as I think about Sothal in the back of my mind and all the nonsense I've persisted through.

"I'm curious about how you were able to take Fodlan's Fangs. It's been the only successful military battle against the empire in over 50 years and I would be remise to know how you pulled it off," Edelgard curiously inquires and Hubert jumps at the chance to add in, "I'm intrigued as well. It's a rare opportunity to learn from an enemy about their tactics."

"Still considering me an enemy Hubert?"

"The empire still has quite the bounty on your head and you are still wanted for several war crimes from the invasion. With you under the church's protection, your bounty is withdrawn until you leave the church or the church removes their veil of protection from you. Though that won't stop the most eager bounty hunters of course," Hubert explains in a boastful manner which puts me on slightly on edge.

I roll my neck to stretch it a bit and reply, "Alright, I can tell you what I know. Dagda wants me dead more than anyone, so I have no qualms about telling you, but don't act disappointed if it's boring…"

For the next hour, I begin to explain how the Dagdan military-operated from my observations, command structures, magic adaptability, and how the siege of Fodlan's Fangs went. Both Edelgard and Hubert appeared quite surprised when I explained that Sevihn my former mentor and captor and I teleported a whole Brigidese strike company through the ocean fog to the lighthouse to disable the alarm system. With that maneuver, we were able to cause rampant chaos in the guard ranks, seize control of the harbor in a matter of minutes, and make our sea to land transition nearly flawless. I also highlighted the fact that I did not indeed kill anyone during the battle and was working in the medical corps.

Hubert at some point during my story had taken out a small notepad to write down some notes while Edelgard listened silently with rapt attention. Lindhardt, from the few glimpses I would give him, hadn't moved an inch since we had started moving.

"So that's the gist of the battle. You would know more than me in the later battles since I had abandoned my position within the Dagdan military. Any further questions?" I state as I can feel a headache starting to come on from dredging up the past.

"I do. You said you left, and our reports from Dagda indicate you killed the leader and your master, Sevihn. It doesn't explain why you did that though, even when our spies confirm you were next in line to take his position," Edelgard reasons to which I answer, "We had a...disagreement of ideology lets say. My position was forced in the army and I wouldn't be able to leave under any normal circumstances, thus I was no more than a well-treated slave, and in Dagda being a well-treated slave is still a pretty low bar."

"So you killed your master and fled. I imagine someone with your magical skill made short work of any opposition," Hubert comments as he continues to scribble notes. I shake my head and almost choke out a laugh, "No, not at all. I managed to defeat Sevihn, but just barely and with a little bit of luck. He got sloppy at the very end and underestimated my abilities. Even then it still cost me an arm," I point at my missing limb for emphasis and continue, "So yeah, I wouldn't say I won out on skill. I got lucky, and I ended up getting captured anyways after the battle. Only when I had help from a friend to bail me out of jail was I able to escape northward into Arundel and eventually the Kingdom. The rest you can probably piece together from the information from Faergus."

"If I had to warrant a guess to why Sevihn wanted you, it'd be because of your crest," Lindhardt proposes which startles the rest of us with his sudden wakefulness and addition to the conversation.

"What makes you so sure?" I inquire with a bit of seriousness to my voice, though Lindhardt doesn't seem phased as he stifles a yawn replying, "From your lectures and your story would be my guess. You said that the crest you have is rare and unidentified. Again, nothing certain but feel free to confirm or deny it."

I remain silent for a moment before answering, "I'm not certain what he was after, but I'm sure it had to play a part in it. Also, I didn't realize you listened to my lectures so intently."

"You're a decent orator and less dry than Hanneman and I find crests and other unique magic fascinating," Lindhardt replies matter of factly.

I nod and the four of us seem to enter a silent agreement to take a break from speaking as Lindhardt goes back to sleep while the rest of us take out books and begin reading to help pass the time of the long trip.


After a few breaks during the trip to stretch and use the restroom in the woods, the caravan finally makes camp a bit off the road as we are in between House Airmid territory and Gronder field. The mountainous terrain of Garreg Mach has given way to smooth rolling hills and fertile plains which lead to a much less bumpy ride. Besides the occasional side chatter the ride toward the first camp was relatively quiet as Lindhardt made a point to sleep 90 percent of the time and Edelgard and Hubert were content talking amongst themselves about surface-level politics and events.

With the carriage slowing to a halt I hear Edelgard exclaim, "Finally, I'm eager to stretch my legs and get out of this box."

"As am I, Lady Edelgard," Hubert affirms as the both of them open the door and depart from the carriage interior. I look over to the unconscious Lindhardt and give him a strong nudge that manages to wake him up pretty efficiently as he asks, "What's going on?"

"We're making camp for the night it would seem," I reply but Lindhardt waves me off and lazily replies, "Alright, I'll be done with my nap in a few minutes…"

I roll my eyes and leave the sleepy mage to his business as I scoot myself off the hard bench that has been slowly making my rear numb and I hop out of the carriage. In the distance, I can see the sun setting as the Black Eagles are busy running around setting up tents and a campfire while the knights are feeding the horses and securing the carriages.

I spot Manuela by the newly raised campfire, no doubt from some of her Fire spell, so I decide to walk on over while the rest of the students seem to be carrying on with their tasks. I approach as Manuela is warming up her hands near the flames and ask, "So boss, what's the plan?"

Manuela remains facing towards the fire and responds, "I've sent out the students to gather more firewood, scout and some wild game to cook. Nothing else for you but to relax around the fire."

"Right. Are you sure?" I ask a bit apprehensive.

Manuela turns to face me with a wry smile upon her face, "Oh dear, are you worried that you'll have too much free time? It's okay not to always be on the job, so let the youth play their part."

"It just feels weird to stand around and not contribute since I was assigned to help," I honestly reply with a shrug.

"Then as part of your mission I currently order you to relax," Manuela commands in a light-hearted tone to which I nod and take up a seat next to the fire with a smile on my face. I look back to the songstress and ask, "By the way, how did you get up so early after that night of drinking?"

Manuela saunters away and cooes, "A girl must have her secrets, Santos. I can't indulge every curiosity you have."

I shake my head with a smile still on my face. Of course, she would give me an answer like that considering Manuela enjoys playing coy, and I've found myself to be an easy target for such behavior. I scoot closer to the fire to warm my own hands and look at the surrounding area, which to say is quite breathtaking. Lush green pastures and flatlands dotted with large patches of trees as far as the eye can see with the mountains where Garreg Mach lie in distance to the Northwest. I lean back and close my eyes as I settle on the soft grassy earth and relax as my superior had instructed.

After a bit of time I open one of my eyes as I sense a strong magical signature creeping up from behind me, so I announce, "You're not sneaky."

"Impressive. Seems I can't get the drop on you as easily as I predicted," I hear Hubert's surely voice confirm.

"When you have a magical signature like that flared, it's not hard to notice," I comment to which I hear Hubert take a seat next to me and reply, "Makes sense. For one to scout for enemy mages, one must make themselves vulnerable to detection, though it is interesting to ask why you aren't restraining your magical aura."

"When I relax I like to meditate and it's something that calms me," I cooly reply from my prone position while giving raised eyebrow look to Hubert and continue, "By the way, where is your liege?"

"Lady Edelgard is currently doing...hygiene duties. She will return shortly."

"You can just say poop, Hubert."

Hubert's eyes seem to bulge out of his head for a brief moment before he chastises me, "Do not debase-"

"Hubert, calm down. It's a joke. Everyone poops. You do not need to explain or defend her for this," I reason to which Hubert's face contorts a bit as he seems to be trying to think of a counter-argument.

"Very well, as long as we drop the subject."

"Drop what subject?" Edelgard calls out as she approaches the campfire, and I take a glance at Hubert deciding to have some fun. I crane my head to look at Edelgard who is in her standard Black Eagles outfit and casually share, "Ah, Hubert was just informing me of your poops. Remember Hubert, if there are any health concerns about your liege be sure to let me know."

To my delight, Hubert's face turns a dark shade of crimson as he babbles out, "L-Lady Edelgard I wasn't-"

"Hubert, while I appreciate your concern for me I do also like some modicum of privacy. Perhaps you need to take a break from your duties for the evening.," I fight hard to suppress a snicker as I flash a knowing look to Hubert who seems petrified, "So, go on a walk to clear your head and return to camp later."

"But Lady Edel-"

Edelgard crosses her arms to take an authoritative pose, "No buts, that an order. Now move."

Having difficulty containing my immature thoughts as I manage to barely calm myself down from laughing though I'm pretty sure my face is red and I have a goofy grin on my face. Hubert bows to his liege and comments in a slightly hurt tone, "As you wish," and Hubert departs from the camp towards the small woods nearby to the south of us.

"Santos, you mind explaining?" Edelgard asks in a pretty good frustrated mother tone to which I nonchalantly reply, "I'm good. I haven't the faintest idea of why Hubert is interested in...that."

Edelgard lets out a sigh as she takes a seat next to me saying, "Very well, but I know Hubert is quite discreet. But thank you, after being cooped up in the carriage all day having some space would do both of us good."

I nod in acknowledgment, "I imagine. I can see he means well and cares, yet it can be seen as clingy at times and perhaps a bit stalkerish."

Edelgard now nods in agreement and responds, "Yes, thank you for understanding. Though was it really about…that?"

"Poop?" I ask which causes Edelgard to wince a bit at the term and I power through, "Yes, though I'll admit to provoking him. Figured he needs to be kept off balance a bit. Plus, it was a priceless reaction."

Edelgard looks at me with a smile and asks, "I agree it was quite humorous. How old are you though to make those kinds of jokes?"

"Uh, I think I'm technically 28? Maybe 29 at this point, I'm not certain," I divulge as I begin doing the mental math to figure out how old I actually am. I arrived in the later months of the year 1174 when I had just recently turned 25 and left at the beginning of 1178 to Earth and then returned during the last week or two of 1179, and now it being springtime in 1180 which would mean I'm technically 30 going on 31, but physically I missed 2 birthdays placing me at age 28, but then does my birthday still land in the 10th month or should it move to account for all the months I skipped so I turn the proper age on the right date?

Edelgard pipes up to distract me from the story problem in my head, "For someone as smart as you I would assume that determining your age would be trivial."

"Yeah, it's not something I've prioritized keeping track of. Usually, I have more important things to worry about, but let's just say I'm 28 and birthday is the 10th of Octo-," I cough to try and cover up my mistake, "Err, Wyvern Moon."

"What's the first thing you said?" Edelgard curiously inquires to which I rack my brain for an answer, "Oh, that. I was going to use the Almyran month system but I figured you wouldn't know it halfway through."

Hoping my lie is convincing enough I hold my breath slightly as Edelgard seems to consider my reasoning. She is quiet for just a few extra moments to make me feel uncomfortable until she remarks, "Hmmm, perhaps I should brush up on my Almyran then."

Well, that doesn't sound promising. Thankfully I hear the sound of people approaching so I quickly change the subject and announce, "Hey, I think people are back from their assignments."

Edelgard and I both turn around and see Ferdinand, Caspar, and Petra walking back to camp with a wild boar being carried by Caspar. As they approach I hear Caspar bemoan, "Okay guys, can someone else carry this thing? It's heavy."

"You already agreed to carry it, as I agreed to cook it and Petra shot it. It's only fair Caspar," Ferdinand lectures as the group comes to the fire and Caspar drops the dead boar on the ground that causes a decent thud to sound off. Looking at the boar it's pretty impressive he managed to carry a 200-pound boar from the forest to camp by himself.

"Looks like you got a nice catch, It's been a while since I've had boar," Edelgard comments while looking at the wild game.

Caspar, who is stretching out his arms replies, "Yeah, it almost had me to be honest, but I outwrestled the thing!"

"While your bravery is commendable, the timely arrow from Petra managed to save you from potential harm," Ferdinand confirms as he pulls out a knife from his belt to begin carving up the beast.

"Nonsense, I totally had it under control!" Caspar rebuttals, though his heroic acts are cut short as Petra smiles and replies, "Next time maybe I wait when we be securing the kill."

Caspar pauses and replies, "Uhhh, you know what I think it worked out. I'm just ready for some grub!"

"Excellent, then can you fetch Dorothea and Bernadetta? They should be done securing herbs and berries that will make exquisite additions to the stew I have planned," Ferdinand orders to Caspar who begins to protest before shutting his mouth and nodding.

As Caspar walks away I take the time to stand up and stretch a bit as the Black Eagles students banter over Ferdinand performing some fine butchery work. Petra went and pulled a pot from the carriage and Lindhardt after some time finally woke up from his sleeping spot bringing over a container of water with Manuela walking behind him with a smug look on her face. Once they had gotten the cauldron set over the fire and filled with water I notice Hubert come back with Dorothea and who I presume Bernadetta is, the meek-looking person with purple-colored hair. I glance over to the horses and see the knights appear to be on watch as they are out looking at the road and are armed for combat.

I stand back with Manuela a bit from the fire as the sun drops further below the horizon as the students make a good team effort in preparing dinner after about an hour of work. Topped with Dorothea passing out wooden bowls and spoons to everyone, though she does make an effort to not make eye contact with me while giving me mine.

"Alright Black Eagles, dinner is served! Let's dig in! Thanks to Bernadetta for finding those onions and cloves!" Ferdinand declares to which people congratulate the girl who seems to try and hide away from the sudden attention by pulling up her uniform over her face.

"We all know Bernie did a great job, now let's enjoy our meals," Dorothea comments as she goes to comfort Bernadetta. We all dig into our hearty bowls of stew, and as I'm slurping away I hear Manuela whisper to me, "So, what do you think of them?"

I gulp down my mouthful of broth and reply, "Like the kids? They're fine."

Manuela huffs and retorts, "Be more specific Santos. Here we have the future leaders of the Empire for years to come. Quite the intriguing meeting wouldn't you say? They won't be able to enjoy moments like this when they graduate."

"I think they have potential, but I can see the possibility of conflict in the future. A lot of different personalities and some seem to be more acutely aware of their standing than others. As long as no one stirs the pot, it should be steady."

"Ah, well. Suppose I can't get a juicier answer out of you," Manuela laments as she enters the circle and shouts, "Alright Black Eagles it's time for some songs!"

Manuela's boisterous announcement is met with mixed reactions, but she continues and starts to get people into singing songs. I smile and decide now is a good time to take a leak and check in on what the knights of Seiros are up to. I conjure up a small fireball and imbue it with some extra mana so that it'll follow me around a bit behind me and above my head as I walk a few minutes towards the trees.

I find a good spot and begin to maneuver my robes so I don't pee on one of my good sets of clothing. I finish my business I let down my robes and look up and nearly have a heart attack when I see Sothal leaning against a tree about 10 feet away from me with his arms crossed and a very amused look upon his face.

"Jesus Christ, you can't do that to me! Someone might see you!" I angrily whisper at the god, who's smirk seems to grow with my panic.

"Calm yourself, Santos. You wouldn't want to soil your robes," Sothal taunts back in his rough baritone.

"Why and how are you here?"

"Seems my sister is gathering power, thus my soul gain power in turn. We are a balance and now can manifest in the physical realm much like a ghost would. Do not panic, I am not visible to others."

"Still doesn't explain why you're here now with the long radio silence there has been between us. You want something so spill it," I hiss out and Sothal chuckles at my cold disposition towards him by responding, "Why such the hatred? I've told you nothing but the truth and all I've received is repulsion in return. Take a walk with me through the woods. We have much to discuss."

Sothal stands upright and beckons me forward into the dark archway formed from branches in the treeline. I look back to the Black Eagles camp to see the students are still singing and sharing laughs around the campfire, and through the moonlight, I can see the knights watching the road while making idle chit chat.

"What are you going to tell me?" I suspiciously ask and Sothal replies, "How about I show you instead? Come, Santos."

Against my better judgment, I feel compelled to learn more I step forward and remind the being, "Better be no tricks."

Sothal returns a warm smile that makes the hair stand up on my neck and softly replies, "No tricks. Just the truth."

I make my way to Sothal and he takes my hand to lead me into the dark forest which my conjured fire lantern doesn't seem to illuminate. For a brief moment, I feel a sense of vertigo and I swear I heard a twig a decent distance behind me. Before I can turn around and check to see what made the sound my vision blurs and the world bends around me.


My vision readjusts and I'm first surprised to notice that it's day time and we are outside a dessert-like city but before I can voice my confusion Sothal affirms, "No need for alarm, this is just an illusion. Gronder field is rife with spiritual energy from battles past allowing me a degree of control."

"Where are we?" I ask as I glance around the empty desert and see a sprawling greek style metropolis in the distance.

"When is a better question, but this...is Zanado," Sothal says with a sense of nostalgia. Sothal lets me soak in that tidbit before continuing, "This was the world's first civilization, created by my sister and I. It was an interesting experiment as our children blossomed under our guidance. Harmony had been achieved with a melding of conflict and resolution. The cycle was pure."

Sothal waves his hand and in a sense of vertigo we are pulled forward into the city at a blinding pace, and suddenly we are in the middle of a busy market. I can see people with their light gree hair and fair features along with other pale humans with black hair and markings roaming around doing basic business and activities.

"So this was the first civilization…" I mutter in a sense of awe as I take in the magnificent architecture and unique clothing that people have adorned.

"Yes, it was a success, and it ruled many nomadic tribes and villages of humans. My sister had delivered on her promise to usher in peace and tranquility for our creations. But, such harmony is only temporary for all good things must come to an end. For them to be treasured...they must be taken away. Sothis gives and Sothal takes, nothing more than a facet of the natural cycle We developed," Sothal explains as he gestures to the grand plaza around us.

"Ahuh, so why couldn't people just live on in peace?"

Sothal looks at me with a lopsided smile, "Because if only peace existed, then people would not value it. Stagnation would ensue and life would devolve as we know it. Look at nature for example, what would happen if there were only carnivores?"

"They'd eat each other?" I guess and Sothal claps softly nodding, "Yes, yes. Good, you are understanding. Humanity is fickle and needs to be pushed to keep it from devouring itself. Here we have the progenitors of humanity in the Nabateans and Agarthans co-existing, though it would not last long."

Sothal waves hand again pulling us deeper into the city, and now we find ourselves inside a vast cathedral-like building, similar to that of the one at Garreg Mach, but with two thrones at the end. In between, I can see two figures debating something. Sothal encourages me to approach with him, and I follow to see two fairly short and similar-looking people to Sothal except they are both female twins with their difference being one looks like the Agarthans while the other shares traits and colors of the Nabateans.

"What is this?" I whisper to Sothal, but he cuts me off by raising his hand as we approach and begin to hear their conversation.

"Sister, you must consider our promise. Now is the time. It has been countless years since we began. We can end this and start anew. Like we always have," Suggests the black-haired girl but the gree haired one replies in a defiant tone, "Sothal, I don't want to listen to this again. People are working together in harmony. It is peaceful! The need for war isn't needed this time. We have achieved a perfect world this time. I can feel it in my children's devotion to me. To us."

"Wait, you were a girl?" I whisper to Sothal, but he angrily mutters back, "Yes. Agarthans can choose our physical form. I use this form now to separate myself from my sister. Now shut up and listen, mortal."

"Sothis, you don't truly believe that, do you? Ignorance is not a virtue, nor is pacifism a path that leads to growth. Let me end this petty debacle, and you may start again." Past-Sothal offers while extending a hand to her sister, but the sister pushes it away stating, "No, you must learn to enjoy this, sister. We can discuss this another time, I see one of my children approaching."

I turn around to a teenage-looking Rhea approaching in a beautiful white tunic and sandals with white flowers woven into her hair. I look to Sothal as I'm looking really confused by everything that's going on and he puts his hand out again indicating for me to wait for my question.

"Ah, Seiros. What can I answer for you?" Sothis asks in a soft and happy tone, but Seiros glances over to Sothal who is fuming with rage and asks, "Is this a bad time, mother?"

"Of course not. Sothal and I just had a small misunderstanding, but all is well." Sothis reassures as she places her hand on Seiros's shoulder for reassurance.

"A 'misunderstanding' is it? That is what you think of our sacred duty? Would you prefer it better when we were one and incarnate chaos? We have brought order through a cycle together, but perhaps some of that lingering chaos still dwells within you."

"Sothal, not in front of my child," Sothis warns in a dangerous tone, but Sothal chuckles and replies, "Ha! Such a futile attachment to your creations. I should have seen this long ago through our eons of existence together. Perhaps, you have lost your way."

Seiros backs away from the twin goddesses and nervously proclaims, "What is going on? Mother? Aunt?"

Sothal takes closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, "I'm...sorry sister," Sothal opens her eyes, "But I must do what I promised to do. It is my divine duty to this world. You have shown you will not budge, so I must act."

As past Sothal finishes her dialogue the ground begins to quake violently, though present Sothal and I seem to be unaffected due to this being an illusion. Dark magic seems to flare through the air and scorch the surroundings of the cathedral and pierce through the ceiling and flood the sky with corrosive magic. I look at the other two beings in the illusion and they seem about as astonished as I am by the act that seems to be destroying not only the physical world around us but also the world itself seems to be bending, as unraveling on itself.

"No!" Sothis cries out as she unleashes her magical torrent at Sothal, forcing the black-haired goddess to focus her efforts on combating her twin. The magic force between them is filling the room with pure plasma, with Seiros watching on in horror.

In a desperate voice, Sothis shouts to her daughter, "Seiros! I cannot defeat her alone! She wishes to destroy everything our people have built! Lend me your strength!"

"Do not listen to her! You must understand our duty! Without order, chaos shall reign!" Sothal pleads as she powers all her magical energy at her sister.

Seiros looking distraught between her idols of worship seems frozen in place until Sothis desperately cries out, "Seiros, this is for the world we flourish in, and Sothal wishes to see it turned into less than ash! Help me, I love you and all my children in this world. Please."

Seiros with a very pained look upon her face steps towards her mother Sothis and looks to Sothal who seems to fully panic and shout, "You have doomed yourself! Stop, or chaos shall reign!"

Seiros doesn't say a word as she places her hand on her mother's shoulder and looks away towards the ground, while Sothis grins as her magic grows in power and quickly overtakes Sothal who screams as they are killed by the magical laser shooting through her chest. The magic ends as Seiros falls to the ground with her hands shaking and Sothis looking very weary from the exchange. Blood pours from the body of Sothal and I look to see someone running into the cathedral. They are a bulky looking man and he rushes to the scene asking, "What happened?"

Seiros stricken with grief says nothing as Sothis huffs, "Sothal...did the unthinkable. We are...safe...for now. Tell me, what is your name?"

"I am Nemesis, my goddess," Nemesis replies as he kneels before the exhausted Sothis.

"I...recognize his name. He is one of humanity's most loyal and greatest warriors," Seiros confirms while trying to sound calm, yet her face still shows that she is in shock.

Sothis forces a smile and announces to the warrior, "Well Nemesis, I have a sacred mission for you. I shall bestow upon you a weapon of my own being, a sword. Use this in a crusade to exile the Agarthans. Sothal has committed treachery of the worst kind, and her people must be punished."

The human warrior bows his head as Sothis materializes a glowing segmented sword into his hands that he treats with tender care. Seiros looks to her mother and asks, "What shall you do, mother?"

Sothis begins making her way to her throne and yawns, "I must...rest. This encounter has left me drained. Before I sleep, please guide my subjects in my stead until I return. You have proven yourself to be the most faithful of my children and devoted to peace. Thank you Seiros."

Sothis rests upon her throne and seems to fall into a deep slumber while Seiros and Nemesis seem to discuss something near there that I can't quite hear, so I turn to current Sothal and ask, "Okay, what in the fresh hell was that."

"The first sin."

As Sothal finishes the world around transforms rapidly from a bright and colorful cathedral to a burned down ruin with the ceiling open revealing a smog-filled sky. Sothal begins in a somber tone, "This is 1 year after the betrayal. A messy conflict that should never have occurred. With it, the human tribes were united under Nemesis and his purge of my children almost successful until he was defeated and repurposed by my son Thales in our new haven of Shambala. The conflict lasted little more than a century, but soon after came the world as you know it today. Now here only lies a thone beholden to liars that hold power no more real than this illusion. Stuck in her coma, Sothis died at the hands of Nemesis in the war, and in turn, Seiros killed Nemesis. A cycle of pain and conflict with no end. The very one I dreaded and offered to end."

I walk around the rubble a bit and look to Sothal, "Ahuh. So the gods of this world fought, and now it's a proxy war being held by its children."

"In a sense, yes. And there hasn't been a strong resolution until now. The Agarthans recovered my body and brought it to Shambala where no magic could restore me, so they kept my blood as a holy relic. One that was safeguarded by my children in hopes to use my power once more someday. The only success is you from Zahras's experiments. Hence why I can now communicate and influence the world by a tiny margin."

"I still don't know what to think about all of this...it's a lot."

Sothal places a hand on my shoulder and nods, "I understand that. You are the perfect person to return things to the natural order. You are an outsider not beholden to Sothis or me. Start anew by ending this failure of a world."

I shrug off Sothal's hand and reply, "Why not just try and fix it? You said there needs to be a balance, so why not reform the world to have a proper ebb and flow?"

"Hmph, you don't see it even after what I've shown you. The result is stagnation eventually. A destitute world where no one thrives and suffering is all that's known. I've seen it, and it is not possible," Sothal explains but I counter, "Maybe for you. I patch people back together for a living, and I'll tell you that broken things can be healed. I think you underestimate humanity."

"Arrogance. Such hubris of mortals still appalls me. Even when witnessing the fallout you still choose to believe in imaginary salvation. What makes you so sure, Santos Capetillo?"

"Because it's my goddamn job. It goes against my Hippocratic oath. It's my promise to humanity as a doctor and person to treat the person, not the illness, admit that I don't know everything, and not play at God," I emphasize to Sothal who's beginning to seethe with rage and roars, "You had your chance to leave Santos! I showed you the path, but you came back. You and I are linked. I've seen the inner part of your soul and I know you crave power because you've been oppressed. You cannot change, nor can you change how the world will capitulate soon. Accept the pointlessness of this existence and let me end it."

Sothal points at my chest and mutters, "Don't deny me this. Deny the world this. Let this nightmare end."

I step away from Sothal feeling a bit of panic begins to set into my gut. Sothal has proven to be extremely knowledgeable, and through me knows about me as well, but isn't able to read my mind nor is omniscient from the evidence. Their still a person deep down, but twisted by time and power.

"No."

"What was that?"

I take another step back, and as I do another piece of the crumbling cathedral falls and I repeat, "I said no. Up yours. I've suffered and bled for tyrants already, and that's all I see you as."

Sothal lets out a half-hearted laugh and exclaims, "So that's it? After all the help I've granted you, with my guidance and you using my bloodline power, this is how you choose?" Sothal shimmers before me turning back into the shorter petite girl version I saw in the past and continues, "You disappoint me and you have forced my hand. Goodbye Santos."

I feel immediate pressure within mind as Sothal appears to be doing some sort of magic on me. My heart begins to race as I never considered Sothal attacking me as an option since they were only a spirit linked to me through their blood. I can feel deep within my being my soul begin to be squeezed by the pure emotional turmoil of Sothal and it feels worse than any of the pain I experienced when I used Soothe on Edelgard. I begin to form up my own mental defense and aura to fight back against the incredible pressure from Sothal's being.

"You dare defy a god? Pitiful. Stop struggling and I'll make this quick," Sothal mocks as they continue their psychological advancement on my sanity and soul.

Barely able to keep standing up it finally clicks what Sothal is trying to do with how they are pushing into my soul and I snarl, "You're trying to fucking possess me?"

Sothal's only response is her smile growing wider to show a set of gleaming sharp teeth and their eyes taking on a deep crimson shade. I struggle to create a sanctuary in my mind to regroup but it seems impossible by the sheer weight Sothal's influence.

"All this time being silent I've spent busy tangling my soul with yours. My contingency plan, if you will. Now hurry up and perish!" Sothal growls out in a hideously distorted voice.

I continue to fight the losing battle as I feel my soul being crushed and doubt and despair creep further into my psyche as dread the deranged goddess overtaking my body. First Sevihn and now Sothal both wanting to use me to further their plans, and this time I'm trapped in some goddamn illusion world crafted by Sothal. The perfect trap to capture their vessel it would seem.

Feeling too weak to stand I fall to my knees and I'm barely able to keep myself as I can feel sweat beading down my body as I frantically muster what strength I have left to fend off the dark entity. If I can't win, then I'm sure as hell going to make sure I go down swinging.

"Hey!" I hear someone shout and seemingly to distract both Sothal and me for a moment at the entrance of the cathedral I see Edelgard of all people running towards the two of us.

"Impossible…the portal is only accessible to those bearing my crest or my sisters…" Sothal muses in the same distorted tone, and in their distracted state, I feel the pressure on my soul release for a moment giving me a chance to breathe.

"What's going on here?" Edelgard demands with a hint of nervousness as she observes me on my hands and knees panting and sweating buckets, and Sothal in her female demon from glaring daggers at Edelgard which Sothal hisses back, "A minor distraction it won't take but a moment," As Sothal raises a finger to point at Edelgard and I can sense the build-up of magical energy so I dredge up the last of my physical strength and charge.

"You should never have come here, now you-ack!" Sothal yelps as I do my best football tackle that I can remember since when I played in middle school back on Earth. Thanks to Sothal adopting their smaller true form they are much easier to knock to the ground. Staying on top of Sothal I plant my hand on their head as they flail about and channel all of my magical energy harnessing my anger, fear, and hope into their being and push against them with everything I have left shouting, "Leave me alone!"

Sothal screeches as blinding light floods into the area from Sothal and I do my best to purge the deranged entity from my soul. The cathedral flickers and moves like a wave on an ocean for a moment before fading away with the light that emanated from Sothal. The dark forest assumes the surroundings around Edelgard and me once more and Sothal has vanished.

I roll onto my back exhausted and mumble, "I just performed an exorcism on myself…"

My victory is short-lived as I see Edelgard come into my view of the night sky and treeline asking, "What was that I just saw?"

"I wish I could explain, but the good news is I'm the only person in this body. Why are you here?"

"I volunteered to get you when Manuela saw you leave camp. She wanted you to join in the singing."

"So you followed me when I was going pee?" I incredulously ask, but I shake my head, "Actually, I've never been so happy that someone has violated my privacy."

Edelgard offers her hand to pull me up which I take, and with a bit of effort on both our parts, I manage to get to my feet and lean against a nearby tree. I look to her asking, "So, what did you see?"

"I followed you into a desert city, I tried to follow you but you moved ahead too quickly. After a bit, the city suddenly changed into ruin and that's when I found you and that...thing in the cathedral. Who was that? They reminded me of a demonic beast," Edelgard clarifies and I nod in agreement adding, "Yeah, that sounds about right. Can we go back to camp?"

"I still have more questions, so not yet." Edelgard commands yet my level of exhaustion and courtesy absent I respond, "Yeah, later. Right now I need a bottle of tequila and 16 hours of sleep."

Edelgard frowns but eventually concedes, "Fine, I can wait. Now, how do you plan to explain your physical form to the rest of the Black Eagles?"

Edelgard helps support my armless side and we begin walking together slowly back to camp I contemplate, "I don't know, maybe just say the stew made me sick or something. Like there was an uncooked piece of meat or bad hunk of gristle. Blame Ferdinand since I'm sure he will play it up."

Edelgard hums with a smile as she considers that option, "Very well, that should be believable if I back you up. Anything else you'd like to share while we have the time? Once suspicion has died down I will require answers."

I shake my head that I'm having trouble keep upright and declare, "Fair enough, let's just go back mi salvadora," to which Edelgard raises an eyebrow but remains quiet as she helps carry my sad body back to camp. It was a close call with a twisted god, but with a little luck, I managed to hopefully rid myself of Sothal for good. The religion in this world is absolutely nuts and I have way too many questions at the moment, but some rest and songs would be heavenly compared to the hell I just went through.


A/N: Now...did anyone see that coming?! I've had this stashed away in my notes and outlines for a while, and this is just the tip of the iceberg. This was probably one of my most favorite chapters to write, even though it's probably one of my longest. Ugh. But, what's done is done and we are going to continue going through the events of White Clouds, though be sure to look out for some differences, especially with how things will shake out during the end ;)

Next thing I'm wanting to talk about...pairings. dangerous subject right? FFN only lets you list 4 characters in the description and I think it's safe to say this story has exceeded that. Anyways, I would say that this isn't a romance fic but with my stack of notes on Fodlan politics (never thought I'd have several pages of fantasy politics ever in a notebook...) let's just say that alliances will have to be made and I don't want to ignore it entirely, especially when we hit time skip area. So! I turn to the viewer (yes you who is reading this) for input. Now, I'm thinking of putting up a poll (or perhaps several) for a bunch of the main characters in this story with what I would consider feasible options (sorry FlaynxTomas fans) but I'm down to hear folks opinion if it's not straight-up flame(I know, asking a lot here) but I'm open to what people think, and ultimately I like drama and conflicts of interest and want things to be spicy. So...lemme know and be gentle? And if I get no feedback I'll just set up my dartboard with names and see what happens (JK, I do have a rough draft of this stuff). Much of this will be way later and some even perhaps epilogue stuff like you would see in the endgame credits.

In other news, I've started a small side project with no immediate plans called Witch Hunt. Prologue only has been posted, so it's pretty brief. RWBYxBloodborne crossover. No OC's & 3rd person POV but some small world changes, so if that's your cup of tea I encourage you to check it out and lemme know what you think, and if that ain't your kind of thing then no worries.

With that out of the way, onto reviews.

Review Response:

SyncroX: Glad you liked that, I always enjoy a little bit of mystery. As for Yuri, he will be coming soon along with the rest of the Ashen Wolves. Too good of characters to pass up, plus I've bee educating myself on the new lore that got dropped in the DLC. Stay tuned and thanks for reading.

Greyjedi449t: Let's be honest. Everyone that has played FE3H has done that where they find someone and offer up every lost item in their inventory to that character, so I had to take a jab at that. Thanks for the support and I hope you liked this chapter as well!

Sakura108645: Manuela is a sass queen, convince me otherwise lol. Thanks for the review, I appreciate it. Also bonus points for double posts haha!

That's all this week folks! Largest chapter to date...and yet I still feel like I haven't even gotten through half this story xD Oh well, just more time to enjoy the ride as I'm having a blast writing this and I hope the reading is equally enjoyable. Until next week, cya!

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