A/N
Oh god, here I go. An idea popped into my head as I was playing three houses the other day. Man, this game has some pretty shit fanfics. A voice (somewhat like sothis) said write your own dumbass. Yes, I am certifiably crazy cause I hear a voice in my head. Also, since this is my first fanfic, I don't really know how those reviews subscribe like etc. shit works.
One/two sentences for haters. Don't like, Don't read. Or at least offer up some constructive criticism.
The basic description I guess is a retelling of three houses with my own dialogue, along with a (slightly?) AU twist where Byleth (Yep, no SI's here) and Edelgard met as children. Screw Dmitri. No offence intended, but I hate blonde's. Essentially she never met Dmitri and Byleth was her childhood friend. And yes, it's male Byleth. Why? Cause there's too many (F!Byleth/Edelgard) fics already. Plus, even though he's not a SI, we're going to share some traits. Without further rambling, it all began in a galaxy far, far away…. shit, wrong fandom.
Italics indicate thoughts.
What Am I?
Prologue : Invisible Ties Part 1
6 Years Before the Main Story
Byleth's POV
The hustle and bustle of the Imperial Capital of Enbarr was nothing short of impressive, if not constrictive. One young boy whose name was Byleth had to learn that very quickly. He was returning to the inn that his father had rented out for him and his band of mercenaries after picking up supplies at the local market.
His father was sitting at the head of a breakfast table when he saw his son enter. The young boy didn't know much about his father. As far as Byleth knew his father could've been a mercenary all his life. Standing before the man who looked to still be in his prime, the boy noted that his father had a different hair color. His mother, he presumed, shared his hair color. Whenever asked about her Jeralt would say that he'd tell byleth when he was older. Fully knowing he possessed a maturity that came from the hard life of being a hired sword, he wondered why the man wouldn't tell him anything. He didn't even know her name! His father was like a mystery, one that became larger every time he said that he would tell him everything once he was older. Byleth wordlessly handed the supplies over to the kitchen staff. Taking a seat next to his father he asked "What is our next job going to be?" His father shrugged and said "There seems to be a lack of work, so we will be staying here for the moment. Go freshen up, we'll talk during breakfast."
Byleth moved to the washroom. Getting inside, he was greeted by his emotionless face which was yet another mystery to add to his list. After he was done, he moved to sit at the table and the company began eating. During the meal, he asked if he could go out. His father said "Fine, but be back before dusk and don't cause too much trouble." As he stepped outside, Byleth saw that the capital was no less busy than before. He wondered where he should go next. Deciding he wanted to visit the castle to see if it was really as majestic as his father had said. Now that he had a destination, there was only one more problem. The crowd wouldn't budge an inch even for a child. Deciding to use a side street he moved through with ease, heading towards the castle without the crowd to slow him down.
On his way, A scream sounded in the distance. "A thief in broad daylight? This city obviously has its fair share of crime." His father had taught him that if someone was in trouble, he might be the only one nearby. Jeralt and his company were known for their honor, only taking contracts to hunt down bandits and thieves. Byleth approached the scene and saw 2 kids, one girl on the ground with a boy hovering protectively above her, and both of them about the same age as he was. "The girl must be a noble, and the boy a servant." However, the thief easily overpowered the young boy and practically tossed him to the side, and there was a crack as his head hit the ground. Byleth guessed the boy was just as defenceless as the girl was. Meanwhile, the girl looked frightened as the man prepared to strike at her. Byleth yelled, "Don't do that. She's defenceless." The thief let out a laugh and said "Oh, if it isn't the knight in shining armor..." but his face paled seeing the expressionless young boy standing before him. The would-be thief drew a rusty looking sword, regaining his composure as he said to the girl "I'll be right back." Byleth guessed the man had no skill with the sword and relied mostly on his physical strength to best opponents. The man had stopped in his tracks when he realized the boy didn't reveal a single weapon. Continuing his charge, the man yelled "You'll die!" as he lashed out with a strike that would've cleaved byleth in two.
Time seemed to go in slow motion as Byleth grabbed the sword by its hilt and tossed it backwards."What the hell are you?" the man said as he threw a punch at the boy's head. Grabbing his arm, he executed a maneuver his dad taught him. There was a surprisingly satisfying pop as he dislocated the man's shoulder. Wasting no time, Byleth put all his power into a kick on the man's head, which knocked him out thus ending the fight. Breathing heavily, Byleth turned around and moved back to where the girl was still on the ground, presumably in shock. Extending his hand, she took it and stood up only to fall right back down upon seeing this boy's expressionless face.
Edelgard's POV
"Got to get away from here. Too many bandits wanting to rob me." The boy along with the same expressionless voice said "I'm not going to hurt you. If you want proof, well there is one thing i can do…" she watched as he turned around and moved towards Hubert. Sitting on the other side of him, the boy decided to take stock of Huberts injuries. To her dismay, she noticed the pool of blood that was forming around her servants head. The boy kneeled over him and gathered what appeared to be a green light in his hand. "Magic?" she thought, watching as the boy placed a hand on Huberts forehead."He's lost too much blood" she thought though after about a minute, the boy retracted his hand and Edelgard noticed that the blood pool had vanished beneath Hubert. He was still unconscious, however. Suddenly, the boy also collapsed to the ground, cradling his head in his hands before succumbing to fatigue. Hubert at that very moment woke up. Looking at Edelgard and the crumpled body of the thief, he said " Lady Edelgard are you harmed?" She replied "No, but look behind you." Looking at the boy passed out on the ground, Hubert put his hand to his chin.
Hubert's POV
His happiness that Edelgard was alive and completely unharmed was cut short when looking at this boy. He seemed to be the same age as he and Edelgard yet looked like neither. With an odd shade of blue hair, the boy was cradling his head in the fetal position. Hubert turned to Edelgard and asked for an explanation. What she said sounded like it came out of a storybook. This boy had managed to knock the bandit out without drawing a weapon, then tried to help her up, and even healed his injuries, despite Hubert losing too much blood. What she said after made him the most curious. Apparently, it seemed as though the boy had healed him by somehow taking his pain and moving it to himself. Preposterous… yet all evidence points to the story being completely true with the ending being the most likely hypothesis. "What is he?" Hubert said to no one in particular. Looking at Edelgard, it seemed as though she was contemplating the same question. Deciding to take the initiative, he said "My lady, we ought to get back to the castle. Dusk is coming."
Edelgard's POV
Knowing that Hubert was correct, she nodded however there was one more problem to resolve. "What do we do with him?" Hubert replied "We should leave him there. Him getting involved in our business is not optimal." Edelgard was appalled that he could be so callous towards someone who saved both their lives. "No! I will have my personal doctor see him. It's the least we can do. You just don't want to carry him." Hubert sighed and said "As you will it, my lady."
A/N
Well that sure was interesting, I feel so cringeworthy writing this. My relative inexperience with creative writing has left me not knowing how good it actually was. I guess it was better than some of the fics I've read. I think I did at least partial justice to the characters. That's the one thing I need to get better at. Character dialogue. Guess I'll get better with time.