Edelgard X Byleth Novels & Stories

They cheer and weep and call me saint and savior and bride. I stare straight ahead. The roses look like splashes of blood against the snow. At the northern gate waits a second cage-wagon, larger, drawn by eight black horses that steam and stamp. The bars are carved with runes that hurt to look at. Eldorian emissaries stand beside it (tall, pale, armor like liquid night, eyes glowing faint violet). Their skin is marked with moving runes that crawl like living tattoos. One steps forward (female, wings like fractured glass folded against her back).

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Delia growled, turning her head and glaring at Eden, “Stop making me say things!” Eden lifted an eyebrow, “I didn’t. You’re just an evil person.” She flushed. Her pretty face scrunched up in fury as she bared her teeth. Rogue red light flickered around her and Eden watched her carefully. "What is the nature of this potion?" Adolph asked. “Why does it matter?” Eden eyed Delia then looked at Basil who remained frozen in his seat. "When I was here… what was I?" Eden asked, "An attendant of some kind?"

Walda, the witch of Berlin Dome, appeared in a swirl of green light, her long green cloak billowing behind. Her eyes, sharp as sapphires, locked onto me. “Step aside, children,” she commanded, her voice a gravelly whisper. “Let me see the damage.” Brandon growled but moved back, pulling Amanda with him. “Fix him, witch. He’s royalty, Prince Leopold of Edelstein we can’t afford to lose him.” Walda knelt, her hands hovering over my chest, green tendrils of magic curling from her fingertips. “Gunshot to the chest. Nasty work. Niklas, join me—blue for stability, green for renewal.”

Tabby was asleep in one of the beds already. “Grandpa, who are you?” Tabitha asked, turning towards Gerald with curiosity. “That stinky brat didn’t even properly introduce me to you? Like him to cultivate and run. Sigh, I’m Blake’s ancestor, Medicine god Gerald Elon. I’m a free-roaming spirit to guide you and Blake to become stronger. You three are his future spirit vessels, Miss. Sylvia Elon, his third cousin, and Miss. Tabitha Dalton Elon, his Sister-in-law, and adopted sister, with Miss. Tabby Dalton, your sister, am I right?” Gerold said with his hands behind his back.