It felt rather similar to his dreams- the ones where he finds himself deep within his own mind, in a black illusory void with nothing but a throne sculpted in jade and stone sitting before him, Sothis’ form at the top either asleep or her gaze meeting his’. The difference was that now, there was no throne of jade nor divine watch, but a cave…and the fact that his feet, or rather his body, no longer touched the ground.
Growing conscious of his own body, cobalt eyes fixated on a pair of gray ears and a silver mane right in front of him. Or rather, under him. He rode a horse- a pegasus, to be more precise, even though the animal itself felt more like a dreamy recollection of what a pegasus should be than a living, breathing, real physical equine. As if adding to the strangeness of it all, instead of a blade’s weight on his grip was a thin, long lance.
Well, that kind of sucks, he thought. Although Byleth knew how to use a lance, it was far from his specialty.
And next, those around him. Presences that felt very much real despite their current predicament and familiar faces, but that Byleth couldn’t exactly name yet. There was a girl with an impossibly long black and white hair that he remembered seeing with the clergy sometimes, a blue prince that was pretty good with swords, another blue haired guy except this one was a mage that Byleth didn’t see too often, and finally another mage but with purple hair and Byleth also doesn’t remember seeing too many times.
But despite this, he knew he could trust them. If he could trust himself and whatever this horse-shaped thing was, though…
Before he could think about it any longer however, the ‘horse’ below him jolted and they were suddenly airborne as a battle broke out. Trying to keep himself balanced on the saddle, the teacher looked down as his teammates fought things that seemed to be of the same nature as the odd pegasus- people, but more like a vague idea of people than a physical real body. Kind of creepy.
“They hit and hurt though.” That’s enough of a reason for him to hesitatingly order the pegasus to dive down, holding on to the reins as well as the lance in a steel grip, to aid his group. Before the edge of his lance could reach its intended target however, two silhouettes suddenly jumped in as if to aid his attack.
Backup activates!Marth attacks Warlock! Warlock HP= 9/10Veyle attacks Warlock! Warlock HP= 8/10Byleth attacks Warlock with Blessed Lance! Roll1D20= 7, hit! Warlock HP= 6.5/10
Not his best attempt…but its effect was clear on the enemy as the warlock stumbled back, three clear gashes on their torso. Byleth spared a glance to Marth and Veyle, nodding. “Thanks.”
It was too bad that his focus was not exactly on the battle itself- but rather spread between trying to understand the situation, trying to handle the lance and trying to handle a mount.
Warlock counters with Nova! Roll 1D20= 20, critical! Byleth HP= 4/10
The professor felt the horse jolt once more, and then everything went white. The next thing he knew, his body harshly struck the ground below and air was knocked out of his body. A metallic clatter echoed as the lance escaped from his grasp and it was by a fraction that the horse didn’t crush one of his legs. And somehow, the worst part wasn’t even the fall- but the burn.
“Ugh…” His body felt sore and parts of it were definitely burned by whatever that thing was. It was as if he had survived a massive electrical discharge, muscles twitching, his head dizzy and confused for a solid minute and his arms protesting as he attempted to get up as quickly as possible. With a push, he unceremoniously managed to roll over to his knees and begin trying to get on his feet, the pegasi already up.
A gloved black hand shakily pointed at the warlock, as if the professor wanted to say something. A pause to consider his words, the decision to remain silent, the hand closed into a fist, then fell to his side.
“That hurt a lot actually.” Another groan as he climbed back to the saddle. Come on, you just got there. Have some pride and don’t let yourself be taken out so easily. He wasn’t exactly able to tell if that was his own thoughts or Sothis’ words- or both. Regardless, he took to the skies once more.
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