That was it, the young Almaryan was ready to defend Lady Rhea from Edelgard. Even if the professor was with the traitor he will show no mercy. He was atop of his wyvern, waiting for Catherine to finish burning the City. While he always claimed that he would do anything in lady Rhea's name, he simply couldn't burn the city despite approuving to carry her order, seeing the innocent children and famillies were reminding him of his past, of how he was forced in the war as a child soldier for Almyra and fortunately, Catherine put a hand on his shoulders and said "go in the front lines boy, I will finish the job there. I don't want you to witness this nor bear the responsability"

Cyril was taken aback. Did she really mean it. This was a trap to test his loyalty towards Rhea even if she had reservation at first. Cyril replied, hesitation lacing his voice "I c- can do it, for lady-"

"say no more" Catherine interrupted him and then smiled "go while you can Cyril. I'm not blind to this. I may follow lady Rhea's orders, but I am not insensitive either damn it! The one who will bear the burden of carrying this is me. Besides, Shamir might withdraw her proposal."

Cyril forgot Shamir for while because of how heated and tense the atmosphere became. The young almyran nodded and said "ya know, thanks ya... for everything"

Catherine hugged him and went to work. It was a warm hug, one he had felt since Shamir.

That was the last time he talked to Catherine and now laid her corpse within the burning ground and ashes. Multiple soldiers of both soldiers and civilians burned by Catherine were laying on the ground. Only him was alive, injured was in knees in front of the dragon form corpse of Rhea while Edelgard's troop were celebrating. Cyril was crying, internally complaining how much of a failure he was for not defending her. 'I'm sorry lady Rhea. I have failed ya' the wyvern raider thought. His wet eyes turned to the corpse of Shamir, which didn't make it better. He closed his eyes again to relive the sight of death of his mentor since it cannot escape his mind despite his wishes.

Cyril saw with his above average eyes Edelgard with her troops marching towards them. Catherine was leading, having returned to her post and she screamt "Hold your ground everyone!" And unleash thunderbrand, the powerfull hero relics. Cyril flew high to slay some flying ennemies with his bow.

He was determined to save lady Rhea, to return home with her and Shamir, having friendly conversations with Ashe.

What he wished that won't come true ever is the fact that he wished to spend more time with Lysithea.

He learned how to read and write and they had that mutual connection that only they could understand with how hard working they are and how much they are looked down. However, after hearing Claude's defeat, his hope to see her again were crushed. The white haired girl meant a lot to him, this is why he told himself that she escaped and was simply waiting for the war to end before coming out of wherever she was. Cyril left a smiled at her irresistible own smile that he was weak to.

Now however was war, the final battle probably. He continued his way to slay ennemies with both axe and arrows depending on the situation. Shamir taught him well in bows, which he was greatful for. The battlefield was pure chaos, fire, ashes, fog, arrows, mages, infantry. Soldiers were dropping like flies. If it wasn't for the armor uniform's color of each party, nobody would have been able to recognized foes or allies. Cyril remembered that chaos when he fought the Goneril and knew it wasn't pretty.

The almyran flew low in order to hit his opponents with the axe. He was in a mission and decided to take out some other flying soldiers to ease the trouble of Catherine and the others. When he was about to shoot is arrow, he heard a famillar scream. Cyril's heartbeat accelerate when he saw laying on the ground his teacher. One who accepted him from the start since she took him as her apprentice. Shamir wasn't exactly what he would consider his "mom" But he could always confide to her when Rhea wasn't around.

"Shit, Shamir!" Cyril cursed in anger.

To his credit however, he didn't panic and shoot his arrow before going to her body. Cyril hide her behind a tree, got down from his wyvern, went to her side and pleaded "Shamir!"

The blue haired girl turned, drop of blood in her mouth, but smiled to the surprise of the young man. The smile was...serene, as if she had accepted death, which she did but there was more to it.

Shamir said "listen Cyril...flee while you can"

Cyril wasn't about to give up yet. He cannot lose her, he already lost Seteth, Flayn, Ashe and Alois.

Cyril shed a tear and replied "don't be ridiculous, I'm fixing ya up. Besides we can still win"

Shamir shook slowly her head and "Don't bother, it's dark magic and Professor was with the caster girl."

Cyril wondered if there was someone else beside Hubert that use dark magic.

Nonetherless she coughed some blood and continued "Cyril...we will lose. Flee, travel, make a new life or marry and settle down. Just don't stay here. Look"

as usual her sentences were short and concise to not waste breath and words. She pointed in a direction and Cyril saw to his horror Catherine laying dead, they were starting to attack Lady Rhea as well. Deep down, he knew Shamir was right. The other reason she seemed serene is because Catherine was dead and was about to see her in the after life.

Cyril decided to accept the reality and asked "tell me who killed you. I'm going to avenge you"

she didn't said anything at first and after a few seconds the blue haired woman said her last words "I'm proud..of you" and another star was added in the sky. He cried, but only for few seconds since this was a battlefield, but he will avenge them!

Cyril was still looking at Shamir when that recent memory played out. He wasn't sure this is why she didn't said much about her killer, but he wished he didn't tried to go after her killer, because not only he failed, but he discovered a truth thay he wished he never would. In fact, when the young man's attention turned to Rhea again, this is where the most recent and painful memory he could never forget about. Yes, there was something that injured him the most besides the death of Rhea and Shamir

Cyril was rushing towards Rhea, searching for a dark mage woman who killed Shamir at the same time. He saw Byleth and Edelgard fighting the immaculate one. He would first help the others as they were overwhelmed by the Adestrian army. His senses were more alert than ever. After shooting down some ennemies he heard a famillar feminine voice shooting "Dark spikes!" Towards a paladin.

He recognized the voice, but couldn't believe it until he could see her. He turned around and saw Dorothea and...Lysithea.

At that moment his heart shaterred in broken pieces that he didn't know if he would prefere dying or seeing this. The truth is that during the five years, he and Lysithea would often communicate via letters. For him these were his hapiness, being able to communicate at all was everything he could ask. When he grew eighteen year old, he wanted to ask her to marry him one day. Yes, he was in love with the white hair girl, the same girl who's smile made him weak to, but now that hope was gone the moment she joined Edelg- no the moment she killed Shamir and took the thunderbrand of Catherine to compensate her weak close quarters when using magic. He dashed with his wyvern towards Lysithea, anger having taken his brain.

Dorothea saw Cyril approaching and said "Lysithea look out!"

She turned and managed to block the blow just in time with the thunderbrand. Hadn't been the thunderbrand and the sword and strenght training, Lysithea noted she would have been clived in half. Lysithea looked at the wyvern lord and her eyes widened at the realisation. She said, understanding why he was trying to kill her. "Cyril...I'm sorry it had to be this way"

The almyrian boy looked at her with sadness, disbelief but soon showed eyes, burning with hatred and replied "then ya will die!"

He knew he wouldn't be able to beat her, magic was his weakness and Dorothea was on her side. Perhaps she would grant him a quick death and he would see everyone on the side. Lysithea use her powerful magic HadesĪ© to kill him...or so it seems. Cyril knew his wyvern immediatly died on the contact of the magic and such they were falling. Cyril thought 'this is it' and closed his eyes. He lost consciousness for a few minutes. Lysithea did a glance at him with Sadness before going after the immaculate one.

"I don't expect nor ask your forgiveness...but you don't deserve to die in a place like this"

and left to her next target.

Now he was on his knees, without wyvern, completly alone. Alois, Catherine, his mentor Shamir, his friend Ashe, Seteth, Flayn, Rhea... all of them didn't make it. Worst, the betrayal of Lysithea. Cyril was mourning for the lost of his figures, the ones that gave him a home to take care of, but now...everything he knew died. Unless he died somehow, he would be seen forever as the brute, non human Almyran if the young man stayed in Fodlan and he didn't want to return to Almyra either because of traumatic experience.

He has no home anymore.

Cyril heard voices, at first he didn't care, but after they coming closer he turned behind him with fear and...