Fire Emblem Three Houses: Wanderer

The Battle for Garreg Mach

"Are you ready boar?" Felix demanded as Dimitri examined his silver lance.

Dimitri nodded, lifting his weapon, "I will avenge them."

"You may have calmed down since Byleth appeared but you're still a boar," Felix sighed, "Don't pretend like you're not."

Dimitri sighed, "I can keep it together long enough to handle Garreg Mach. I can. I will."

"You are merely a beast acting human," Felix reminded, "While you may be better for the moment I do not expect it to last."

Insulted, Dimitri snarled, snapping the spear in his hands as he gripped it, "You know not what I saw that day! You too would be a beast if you had seen!"

Dimitri, now enraged, gave the order, "We will kill Edelgard! No matter the cost!"

Yes, while Dimitri was better off thanks to the goal to find the professor he is still broken. He had managed to at least appear OK for a short time, reuniting with his old friend who had similar pains of his own awakening a dying part of Dimitri, gave the good in him strength, as he understood his pain. That maddened look in his eyes. Haunted by the dead.

Dimitri demanded, "Was he even real?"

"What?" Felix asked.

"Was he even there?" Dimitri cried out, "Or is Byleth just another ghost who no one can see and-"

Felix slapped Dimitri, "Pull yourself together boar. Byleth is real. Everyone else saw him, and if there is any humanity left in your twisted mind you will stand with us and fight. Not as the boar prince, but as the king. Did seeing Byleth teach you nothing? Boar, the fact that you do not live is what disturbs the dead so."

"That I do not live?" Dimitri asks, "I..."

"Get ready," Felix glared, "It's now or never boar."

Felix walked off, leaving Dimitri with a question he asked himself, "Is... living my life what the dead truly want?..."

The Golden Deer surrounded Garreg Mach, the rain poured from the sky as they approached. Edelgard glared from the front gates of the Monastery.

She froze, when she saw his face.

He locked up as she recalled her smile from when things were simpler.

Byleth's hand trembled, as he recalled those happier days. Those better days back at the academy...

He pushed this aside, believing Edelgard didn't hold any remorse or hesitation.

He once more repressed his emotions in an attempt to be the great professor everyone thinks he is. In his eyes, he could not show weakness. No matter the cost...

Edelgard gripped her ax, she knew she could not kill Byleth. Not by her own hands. Even Edelgard had her limits with her ambition.

Byleth forced himself to maintain his cold, emotionless state, as Edelgard, faking composure, called Hubert who exited the Monastery onto the battlefield. "Take him alive," Edelgard demanded, "And send word."

"As you wish," Hubert replied.

And so, on Byleth's orders, Claude, Byleth, Ashe, and the Golden Deer slowly worked their way through the enemy forces, inch by inch pushing through the rain of both water and arrows. The sound of metal on metal clashed in the air, sparks flew as Byleth's blade collided with that of an empire soldier when suddenly...

A fireball flew just an inch from Byleth's face as he jumped out of the way at the last possible moment, burning a few hairs on the edge of his head. Byleth turned to see Hanneman leading a squadron of church soldiers. Two archers cover the professor as he prepares for combat.