Author's note: (...) RUNS AWAY (...)

Well, what is there to say?

I have to apologize again for the huge wait. 'Douzo gomen nasai' (boys humbly to you)

It was never my intention, but I had no choice.

Everything around me felt heavy. For this summer I TRULY felt like a female version of Noctis, our dear Noctis. :3

Crushed, guilty, weak, sad...

Yeah. I've FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL. That makes me a fresh(woman?) LOL I'll be beginning my first year of college.

It's literature that I'm studying. English and Japanese together.

YEAH! JAPANESE! (were you actually surprised to find that out?) Yeah, I've been studying Japanese for 3 years now (WOOOOW!)

Now I'm seriously considering to learn the language properly, like how I've learnt English.

What a long wait.

"Jya, ikuka?" - Noctis, from 'Reclaim Your Throne' Trailer, near the scene with the flying car! (translation: "So, shall we go?")

Yup. Let's go. All speed ahead, college is waiting for me. Starting this October. ^^ I want to accomplish my dream. I have to. I have to.

Don't be surprised if my stories will contain Japanese lines from now on. Of course, translation provided.

God help me make it through this year! God help me write my maaany stories.

Just so you know, I'm also working on 2 novels. (^^)

His New Family

Chapter 3

The glass doors flung open, hitting the walls with a loud crack.

Noctis emerged from between; every step he took was heavier than the last. He burst his way past tables and chairs, even smashing a flower vase down on the marble floor. The sound of it breaking was music to him, like a violin's highest string scratching his ear.

The terrace was large, with a calming view of the azure distance. The sea was far away from where he stormed to and fro, but a pleasant breeze reached him nonetheless. Calming? No. Not anymore. He inhaled deeply, powerfully, as if he were to take his final breaths there and then. Embedded in his mind was one morbid contradiction of thoughts: give up or live on? After such a loss, such a painful wound, how was he supposed to keep his head high? How was he supposed to smile at the people he came across in the streets?

No fair! No fair at all!

His breath suddenly remained stuck in his throat and his heart pulsed nervously in response.

Etro help me, don't let me faint here.

To maintain his balance, he gripped the balustrade. There were flowerpots on its length, but the scent of purple petunias did not make Noctis feel any better.

Why? Why did it have to happen?

He helplessly fell on the nearest chair with a whimper which he himself could not recognize as his. That harsh voice truly belonged to him?

Anger, pain, sorrow, regret. Anger, pain, sorrow, regret. And again, anger, pain, sorrow, regret… until he could not tell them apart. All four became one, taking the form of guilt. Yes, guilt that he failed. He failed everywhere, with everything. He let everybody down. His kingdom was in ruins. His pride was in shreds.

To escape from torment, he tried throwing his worries into the wind. The distant sea, the clear skies… Yes, he had to do it for the sake of his friends. Oh, he did his best to focus on the bright side of life! But his endeavor was bereft of any positive consequences…

"You don't have to mourn on your own." came a soothing voice from behind him.

He glanced over his shoulder to see Prompto in the doorway, holding his hands together and blinking fast at him. Prompto was there, willing to offer his support, willing to ease Noctis's torment.

"Oh. They've sent you for me, haven't they?" he asked a little arrogantly.

Not bothered though, Prompto made a few steps towards him then lingered, unsure if he should join Noctis's side or keep his distance for a while. What would be best for his friend? Loneliness will never solve a thing.

"No. I'm here because I was worried about you. Besides, Marshal Cor is discussing things of 'very important matters' with Ignis and I'm so not into business. Gladio has left to order us some more food, which is the best news I could entertain you with."

Noctis let a strange laugh slip past his lips, one that sounded more like a cry. He then looked at the sky, as if waiting for a miracle to happen, an omen that he would find his peace again. In the meantime, Prompto did not dare to come any closer. There was a malevolent aura floating around Noctis's form, so dangerous that it scared him. Prompro obviously feared much, considering he was easily the least skillful in combat of the group. He watched Noctis give into despair. He watched Noctis gnaw at his lips, striving to swallow his screams. There was… simply too much to bear. And Prompto was mature enough to understand that the prince needed support more than ever.

"You know, buddy, I know full freaking well I'm a troublemaker. Ignis keeps on telling me this whenever I try to come up with a silly joke. But that's just me and my role in our adventure."

Gathering a small amount of courage, Prompto approached Noctis, hoping he'd manage to comfort his friend.

"What have I done wrong? God, what have I done WRONG!?"

His hands were shaking and his face underwent agonizing grief.

"Nothing, Noct." said Prompto, "Absolutely nothing wrong. You did exactly as you were told. You left for Altissia to get married, remember? The King wanted you to do so."

Not minding him, Noctis kept up the self-pitying monologue.

"So that's what he meant by 'no turning back'. He told me to have no concern, he told me to take heed. What for? For him to die during that false signing ceremony? Everything is coming together now. Crystal clear."

If only he could return to that moment! His mighty sword was able to warp him through space. So why did it not have the power to warp him through time for once? Back to the scene of leaving Insomnia, back to saying his farewells to king Regis, back whence his journey began. If only it could begin anew, in some other way!

"I have to return to Insomnia. I'm gonna go tell Ignis."

Prompto sat down next to his friend, pondering of a way to prevent him from saying further silly things. He had to distract him somehow.

"If you think this is what we should do, I have no objections. But you can't see Ignis like this. Deep breaths, buddy. And wipe those tears."

A few sobs slipped past his lips as reply. He was indeed exhausted.

"It's alright, Noct. I'll stay with you. From now on, you'll never be alone. You can count on me."

As expected, he declined the offer.

"I want to be alone now. You mind?"

"Nuh-uh. Not on your life! Totally wrong!"

Prompto didn't ask for permission to wrap his arms around him. Noctis only noticed when he was being cuddled and cradled. He could easily slip away or stay. He waited to see what would happen next.

"You helped me whenever I was in need. Just because I was the prince's friend I got authorized to stand by you, otherwise the Crownsguard would have disposed of me on sight."

A chuckle, a naughty smile.

"You made highschool much more enjoyable for me, Noct. And besides, I can't let you be alone no matter how hard you ask. I swore to the King, your father, right in the throne room, that I won't leave you until you yourself cast me out. Hmm… But you wouldn't do that to me, would you? I'm not that annoying, am I?"

"…Oh, Prom! How can you do it?" asked Noctis as a tiny tear fell from his left eye.

"Um, do what?"

"Cheer me up like you always manage to do. Make me feel hopeful."

"Friendship. It's called 'friendship', Noct."

The prince sniffed before Prompto could properly embrace him – an embrace deeper than any other he ever received. Prompto also gave a gentle pat to Noctis's back and smiled into his shoulder.

"What would we live for if not for sharing our happiness and sorrow? You see, those two come hand in hand whether we like it or not."

"Gee, listen to yourself!" said Noctis leaning on him tenderly, "Since when have you borrowed Ignis's glorious speeches?"

"Borrow his speeches you say? Noct, I take offense to that. I have brains too. Okay, smaller and thinner than Ignis's, but they're still there…"

"Of course they are. You're amazing. In more ways than one."

"Except when I'm getting in your way. You frown at me then."

The prince wiped a tear and nodded.

"Yes, well, you are my friend nonetheless. Thank you, Prom."

"Gladio will soon be here with our meals. Let me help you to pull yourself together by the time he returns."

"Huh? Pull myself together?"

"Your eyes." explained Prompto, "Anyone who sees you can tell you've cried. Your cheeks are red and moist. Look."

He reached a comforting hand to Noctis's face, tracing the translucent tears.

"…Even if I hate those kind of talks, I'll have to listen to Ignis and Cor, won't I?" he asked as he let his dark thoughts float away.

"Hmm… It may be a good idea. They seemed to be making plans when I followed you here. You can't fight Niflheim without a plan."

"I wouldn't worry. Trust Ignis to come up with more than one. He and Cor have brilliant minds."

(…) Warning! The following paragraphs have nothing to do with the story itself. It is an author's note that slipped away.

This gap is due to my… indisposition to write anymore… Please be empathetic. I have truly strived to write this chapter. I don't know why, but I feel I'm running out of powers. Out of energy. That flame that keeps a writer's mind laboring. Kind of like our hero, Noctis. I just hope that, like him, I'll be able to regain my equilibrium and my peace one day. Till then it has to be this way.

For now, my dearly beloveds, chapter 3 will have this gap between Prompto and Noctis's talk and the reunion with Cor Leonis. I'm sorry. Truly I am. Maybe in time I'll come back to it to reshape what I have missed.

Once again, I beg you, be empathetic with me as much as you can.

Returning to the story now by skipping said large gap.

"The power of kings goes with you, Your Majesty." said Cor.

Clenching a fist, but this time not in anger, Noctis nodded at the Marshal. The piercing look, bereft of the smallest blinking, and the sober face were solemn proof to Cor that the prince of Lucis had taken the first step on his journey to maturity.

"Thank you for guiding us in the rightful direction, Marshal." said Ignis.

"I did but show you the way. From here on, the fate of all Lucis lies in your hands. Our hopes depend solely on your success or failure."

The last word set Noctis's heart racing as it sent the dangerous hardship that had to be accomplished by none other than him.

"I'll do my best." he promised, "I will not let you down."

Cor cracked a tiny smile.

"You had better not, or I'll find myself another king to serve."

"You're joking, aren't you?" asked a suddenly amused Prompto, "You sure don't mean that."

"Get going before I change my mind." answered the Marshal, motioning with his chin to the car.

"I don't need to be told twice." announced Gladiolus, "Alright everybody. Off we go. Adventure time!"

They said their farewells in the dark orange twilight.

"Until we may meet again, Your Highness."

Remembering the words of a great Lucian warrior, who had sacrificed his power for the sake of Insomnia's liberation, Cor Leonis looked up at the infinite horizon. Regalia was steering thereto, waiting for a quiet night's somber fall. As he raised his hand to offer his blessing to the departed prince and his sworn allies, Cor gave immortality to Nyx Ulric's deeply-carved memory:

"Rule well, young king…"

Ignis parked on the right side of the road, mentally asking the gods for a mild reprieve.

"We wait out nightfall, don't we?" asked Noctis.

"I'm guessing it's for the best."

"Well, it's barely evening. We've been here for half an hour already."

"Noct? Might I ask why you want this much to drive in the dark?"

"Um, Niff patrols? They are fewer at night."

"And we are less likely to draw attention." explained Ignis.

"Yeah, but we are putting ourselves in a bigger danger." observed Gladio.

"And what would that be?" asked Noctis who anxiously pleaded the sun to go to sleep.

"You thought those Niff guys are gonna allow us to breathe peacefully until we retake the Crown City? They figured something out, pulled an ace out of their sleeve. Man, and what an ace! Iggy, tell him. You're way better than me to do the talking."

The tactician straightened his glasses and faced the prince, fearful of what needed to be said.

"It happened, Noct. Niflheim has released its seal on the Daemons who live underneath the surface of the world. They have been unleashed the night before the signing ceremony and are under the Empire's control."

As he spoke, he noticed how anger was growing within Noctis.

"They are weakened by daylight. That is why they show themselves only after sunset. Either way, Noct, we should not let ourselves get carried away. They still are powerful foes."

"Woohoo! Like modern day vampires!" grinned Prompto.

"Hmm. Yes, good association."

Noctis snorted, defiant.

"Something up their sleeve alright. I don't care about them." he waved with a dismissive hand, "Let them come. If one gets in our way we'll tear it to pieces before they notice."

Ignis's lips pursed up in an oval hearing so.

"Fatal determination, Your Highness."

Gladiolus shared the same amazement.

"I'd say you've got some guts to challenge Daemons like that. Y'ever seen one? It may block out the moon when it stands tall."

"Hmph! I'm only accepting the challenge." finished Noctis, leaving a dark impression to his friends as he marched away from them.

They all knew this recklessness was crawling out of his wounded soul, pushing him to the very limit of his strength. Like an injured animal, he was more aggressive and less tolerant, more impulsive and less careful. How was he supposed to win the war in this condition!?

"You sure you can drive? Aren't you too tired?" asked Prompto as he rushed beside him.

Noctis avoided the concerned gaze. A long night was awaiting him and he didn't want to waste time. He needed to keep the pace – always a step ahead of Niflheim, the enemy. Fear was forbidden to him. Even though his conscience despised steering the car at the moment, he had to show his companions that he was no more the spoiled and sheltered prince they knew, but a king in the making. He had to undergo this trial of blind courage, for which he ignored all of his boiling worries.

However, trust Prompto to get by without receiving a proper answer. Before the prince could enter the car, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Noct, let me. You look like–"

"I don't look like anything. I've said it already. I drive."

All Prompto could do was cautiously step out of his way. Noctis got in and started the engine, an undecipherable expression taking over his face. When the Regalia sounded ready, he leaned back in his seat with a tired sigh.

"Besides, I'd never be safe with the idea of you driving. Especially not at night."

Immediately Prompto bit on his lip, knowing that was somehow true. He had a license, though, but didn't drive as well as the others. Whenever he'd do it the car would need refueling dreadfully fast.

Ignis shook his head in sorrow. Seeing Noctis this serious seemed almost unreal. Where did the child within him hide himself? All the past events made him change so much. He looked rather unfriendly as he waited there, fingers squeezed on the wheel, just itching to leave that place at once.

"Gladio, Ignis, you might want to catch up with some sleep." he said in a strange tone.

He was neither pleased, nor angry, which confused his friends.

"Yeah," agreed Prompto, "you two take a rest. I'll keep Noct company."

Careful as always, Ignis could not take the order without giving his prince a word of advice. He grasped Noctis's hand, causing a sudden eye contact between them. Noctis was unbelievably close to swearing out loud. Why wouldn't they leave already? Prompto did not intimidate him, nor Gladio. But with Ignis it was always different. Ignis managed every single time to temperate him when needed, ever since their childhood. He looked at his prince, searching beyond those blue eyes for the small Noctis, the ten-year-old, and then the teenager. Try as he might, both were long gone.

"Yeah, sure." he stuttered before his advisor could talk, "No exceeding the speed limit."

Ignis smiled unconditionally at that.

"We can make an exception if you wish. I suggest we change places every other hour or whenever–"

Noctis just scoffed and made some quick gestures with his hand in the air, his cold features no longer joyful.

"Thanks, but I'm good. Ebony's meant to help me get through the night."

Oh, the pain! The child and the teen were lost for good. It nearly broke Ignis's heart to draw this bitter conclusion. Not once did he imagine Noctis would ever become more serious and less talkative than he himself was.

"…In that case tread wisely, Highness."

As soon as his three friends were in the car, he pressed the gas pedal. Regalia followed an eerie road that lead to a forest.

The night was darker than usual, Noctis could sense it. Being his namesake, he found fascination in gazing up at the sky and moon, eventually falling asleep late after midnight. But now everything was shifting. Regalia was dashing past signposts that nobody ever took notice of and the road was awfully straight. Noctis knew that a difficult journey awaited him and his friends. The horizon stared right at him, dark. The sky was clear and starry, a yellow moon ruling in the middle. How he wished he could stop the car to admire the nocturne landscape. To feel the touch of the grass on his feet. To forget about his fears and worries for a while.

But no. Not now. Time hardly was in his favor. He frowned at himself and cast aside this desire.

He had to go. He had to go.

There was no other path but forward.

"Noct, sorry if I'm bothering you." spoke Prompto, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Was he supposed to scowl at his best friend? The one who made him feel better when his morale was crushed? Why? No. Simply no. He looked to his right.

"Go on, Prom."

"I was just trying to help you back there. I can see you're not in the mood for driving."

"True enough." admitted Noctis.

Prompto encouraged him with a gentle stroke on the shoulder.

"You really are strong, you know?"

"Huh?" he knitted his brows, "Why would you say that?"

"Because…" Prompto was searching for the appropriate words, "Because you're doing things that other people in your place would never be capable of. You're so hurting that you've reached the brink of despair, but you're pushing yourself hard to get over it and avoid giving into more suffering. You're so tired that you could come down with something like nervous breakdown, ask Ignis if you don't believe me, but you're standing your ground to be driving tonight."

He made a pause, thinking of what would succeed in pulling his friend out of too much brooding that didn't do him good.

"Please don't get mad with me. Please, please, please? I admire you, Noct, and I also care about you. Perhaps I'm acting stupidly and clumsily most of the time, but I'd move Heaven and Earth to help you."

The prince let out a long, long breath. Damn right. He couldn't deny that. Many things Prompto was, delivering headaches and annoyance wherever he went, but his loyalty and kindness were unrivaled. His good heart could exceed all his flaws, rendering him a truly unforgettable friend.

Prompto was still watching him, while he kept his eyes on the dim illuminated road. There was nothing to hear except of the Regalia's roars and the shiver of the forest as the wind blew. Prompto sensed the prince's anxiety, his nerves tensed enough to ache him. It was futile to hide himself from Prompto. No use playing 'hide-and-seek' anymore.

"You know me all too well." he finally said.

"Yeah. And I'm happy to have you for a friend."

"Sure." Noctis teased, testing his reaction, "Who wouldn't want to hang out with a prince?"

Prompto growled.

"Stop that! It's not true. I choose my friends without considering their social position. I don't like discrimination one bit. You agreed to be friends with me, even though I wasn't a good influence to you. Okay, maybe not at all."

Whether Ignis and Gladiolus were fast asleep or they were listening with no wish of interrupting.

"Teenage, Prom. People do crazy things at that stage. We're much older now."

"Exactly. Which means the bond is stronger. Which means I can see a big 'Help!' exclamation written on your forehead. I wanna answer that call. Let me drive and close your eyes for half an hour or so."

Noctis sought a final way to escape Prompto's persistence. The more he pondered, the wiser the offer became. He was indeed tired. He could still manage a mile or two if he pushed himself to his very own limit, but by doing so he could kiss his strength goodbye along with his defense. No way he'd assume such a risk. Who would wield the Armiger arsenal if not the rightful heir of Lucis? Right then, Prompto read his mind and told him:

"Take care of yourself to take care of the kingdom. You will make a fine king, Noct, if you let go of your stubborn habit of repeating 'no' over and over again. It's no shame to rest. It's reckless to neglect your health."

So far the best line Prompto could come up with. The prince nearly thought Ignis had awakened and whispered it to Prompto. But, no. The blonde artist was smarter than Ignis would ever imagine.

Their hands met on the gear shift. Accidentally for Noctis, willingly for Prompto. It had been years since they last held hands. Childhood was away, far from reach.

Instantly Noctis slowed down and let himself confronted by Prompto's calm, blue eyes. He kept up the visual duel pretty good, until he recognized concern beyond Prompto's eyes, which were clear portals to his warm soul.

Friendship – such a precious gift to treasure…

How we wished he could borrow some of that warmth from his friend…

"I've lost half of your being, Noct." said Prompto in his saddest tone ever, "I don't want to lose the part that's left either. Although hurt, it's still you. I want to believe you'll reclaim your equilibrium soon. Reclaim that to reclaim the throne. It's all you have to do. However, the way you're acting now won't help you. This is not the right way."

Soft fingers squeezed his, passing their power and serenity onto him. Noctis did not reject them. He nodded to himself after a short while, once he made his decision. His foot pressed the brake this time, just as Prompto thought he was about to speed up. But no. Regalia was reduced to a halt. Before switching places with Prompto, Noctis looked at his other two friends. On the backseat, Gladio was leaning on the window and Ignis held his head sideways, his arms crossed on his chest. Not an advisable sleeping position, but better than nothing. Noctis took his time to ponder. All of them were by his side, ready to protect, ready to be of help, ready to give advice… ready to be friends. The journey he loathed was strengthening their bonds, for it is true that light shines brighter amidst darkness.

"You've got the wheel, Prompto." he said and forced himself to return the smile.

But please, I beg you, don't crash it again like you did on the way to Duscae.

"Ok. Cool."

As soon as he was in the passenger's seat, Noctis surrendered to sleep. His friend was right. His energy need not be wasted. How else would he summon the mighty Armiger swords? His strength was their strength.

"Thank you, Prom." he whispered, "Sorry for the trouble. You've done so much for me today. I… I shouldn't have been so mean to you. I know how much you dislike driving at night, yet here you are, doing this favor."

Prompto's hand found his a second time, assuring him that everything was alright. The prince squeezed back, which surprised Prompto positively. They smiled at each other. Their friendship won against despair.

"If it gets too dangerous wake me up. Ignis said Daemons should be roaming at this hour."

"Acknowledged, Your Highness. I just hope they don't wish to date us until dawn."

Noctis closed his eyes at last, feeling them heavy and sore. Prompto's touch lingered, luring him deeper to dream on. Just when he thought he found a decently comfortable position, the moon reflecting its light on his face, Prompto asked him one more question that, without noticing, stole him a veritable, unstifled laugh.

"Um, Noct? What was the speed limit outside towns again?"

130 per hour? Oh, wait. Stupid me. That's for the highroads.

Who in the City of Insomnia gave you your license, Prom!?

Everything went on as natural as always, with Prompto turning in his seat at least sixty times per minute to check on Noctis and Gladio.

Ignis drove silently.

Gladiolus decided that his back deserved a long, curative holiday, as he had been the most active of the group during those last days.

Military patrols were gradually increasing in Duscae. Being the strongest, it was obvious that Gladio did much of the fighting while also protecting little clumsy Prompto, who had never experienced real, thorough combat training. Now the bodyguard was trying to swallow the pain scorching his back, focusing his thoughts on a possible visit to a Spa. A slight smile shaped his lips when he considered sharing the idea with Ignis. But, of course, the arrival in Altissia was their primary goal.

"Mister driver, my bones hurt like hell. Could you, please, do your best so as to avoid this bumpy area for the sake of my currently ill-tempered nerves?"

Ignis shook his head, sighing.

"Be so kind as to give your bones and nerves my most sincere apologies, Gladio. I must warn you, may it be bad or good, I can only drive on the right side of the road."

"Unless you want your driving license withheld by the police." Prompto added in a funny tone.

Then he took a look around.

"There appears to be repairs going on."

Gladiolus waved his hand nonchalantly in the air. For at least once, couldn't Ignis speak normally? Meaning, leaving aside the formalities? Perhaps it became a habit, considering his years of serious studying. But with Prompto's aid – a very efficient one – the mood was up inside the Regalia. Gladiolus thought of setting the score with the blond, by making up a random joke.

"Yeah. Perhaps the imperial forces have come to love our country so much that they started drilling holes in it. Very romantic. I'm impressed."

Normally, the four friends would have laughed together at Gladio's remark. Ignis would have smirked and pursed his lips up in his ever diplomatic smile. Prompto, having his eternally burning, strong personality, would have given Gladio a very loud high-five. Gladio himself would have made fun of his own joke and Noctis would have raised both of his thumbs as a reward, without speaking or opening his eyes. Only to go back to his world of dreams once again. What the hell, he had important meetings to attend to! The Carbuncle did not wait all day. The Carbuncle had been his guide through his dream world since he was boy. The Carbuncle could jump high in the air and do a front flip, his fluffy, cute, adorable, white tail rolling, to summon courage for his prince, who could defeat all of the nightmares that haunted the dream world. The Carbuncle would always be waiting for his return.

Yes. This was meant to happen, provided that the flow of events be smooth… which, unfortunately, wasn't.

They were all under the same gloom. Sorrow's burden weighed them down cruelly. Not even Prompto could smile as often as he once did. All the negative feelings had been robbing him of his energy and so, he was unusually silent. Still, he had no chance of rivalling Noctis, who, against his will, cut off his meeting with Carbuncle. He barely spoke a word, which would be but a blunt 'yes' or a 'no' from time to time if he were to be asked something. He kept his eyes shut as his head was leaning on the window and a cruel frown was darkening his young face.

"Anybody up for a selfie?" spoke Prompto out of the blue.

Gladiolus stirred awake from his short-lived nap.

"Um, how about no? My hair looks like a tornado and I haven't shaved for a couple of days so I'd rather you– Hey! Stop it!"

Too late, though. The photographer already opened his phone.

"Oh, come on! It's gonna be fun!"

In the blink of an eye he held it up, capturing the whole scene. Gladiolus and Ignis were helpless at either stopping him or making themselves ready for the selfie. Prompto laughed at his success. As for Noctis, he didn't notice he had been photographed.

"Sweet!" laughed the artist of the group, "I'm sending this to her right away."

Ignis arched an eyebrow of interest.

"Requesting details about it."

Gladiolus leaned between the seats to tickle his blonde friend.

"Who exactly are you sending my face to? Huh? Huuuh?"

Prompto answered in a happy voice after his phone gave a much awaited 'beep' sound:

"Finally! Praise the electric wires around here! We have signal. I'm writing to Stella via Snapchat."

That woke Noctis up immediately.

"Stella? Does that mean you could…?"

"You bet!" winked Prompto, "I'll ask her about Luna too."

The name brought a surge of happiness to Noctis's heart.

"I wonder how she is. Noct, any idea?"

"Huh? Oh, who knows…"

Prompto turned in his seat and shot him a curious glance.

"What kind of answer is that?"

Ignis stepped in to the prince's aid:

"You should know that nobody is more concerned about Lady Lunafreya's wellbeing than his Highness."

Prompto flicked his fingers with a wide grin.

"Riiight! Why, they're soon going to be husband and wife!"

Gladiolus smirked at the remark. The image of his spiritual brother dressed up in the groom's suit was to come true very soon. As for Noctis, he blushed madly and simply crossed his arms on his chest.

"I'm gonna take a nap here." he muttered.

"Again? But you have to rehearse your wedding oath." taunted Gladio.

A guttural snarl came from Noctis's side. Not a malicious one, but rather a little shy. Then he did not talk anymore, as he let sleep overtake him. The sound of the engine covered by his friends' voices… the wind blowing… somewhere afar the waves lapping on the shores… For once he struggled to make a change. This time he did not burden himself again with thoughts of his father. Instead, he accepted Gladio's advice and tried composing the oath for his wife.

Luna, my dearly beloved, the past may be painful, but you are my future – bright and strong. I have never loved anybody the way I love you. By marrying you, my dear, we are strengthening our bond. With this ring, I vow you my undying love, I vow to protect you no matter the cost, I vow to make every minute of your life happier than the latter, I vow to devote myself completely to you and to no other woman. I will be yours, as you will be mine – Lunafreya Caelum.

There were tears trickling down his eyelashes as he dreamed of her dressed in white and holding a bouquet in her silk-gloved hands. But blessed be the gods, those were, for the first time in a long while, tears of joy.

She sprang to her feet, her hands holding little Noctis protectively. The child was no longer stirring, but answering his mother's love. Luna thought of the day she would have to suffer until her son would be brought in her world. Yes, it will be painful, but living without him sounded even worse. She would not be afraid. Not for now. She would do whatever it took to assure her child's happiness and tolerate everything as much as she could. Images of teaching him walk or speak were flickering in her mind. She smiled to herself. They were meant to be worth the pain. One particular image certainly did: a talented painter immortalizing their family portrait – she, Noctis and little Noctis, reunited at last. That was the future she wanted. That was her biggest hope against the grief brought by the war waged on by the empire of Niflheim.

"Your father is on his way." she told her baby as she caressed him.

Now then, where did my sister go?

She made her way through the grand hall.

"Stella? Stella!"

No answer came.

The younger princess was nested in her bed, her feet swinging in the air as she focused on her phone. She kept tapping incredibly fast. Prompto finally answered! His delayed message made it clear that he seriously lacked good signal. Stella simply snickered at his three or four lines of intense apology, then began composing her reply. It was true, she had a crush for him. And dear, who wouldn't? Prompto was that kind of guy you wanted to have near all day. He was the laugh you'd seek, the encouragement you'd need and also, the one who stirred things up wherever he went.

"Hi. There you are." said Luna as she entered her sister's room.

"Oh, sis. Didn't hear you calling me. Sorry."

She got up and showed Luna the screen.

"I was writing to Prompto. He said they would soon get here."

Luna gave her a questioning smile.

"You like him. A lot."

"Well… maybe." Stella muttered, somehow shy.

"Prompto is Noctis's best friend, very dashing."

"Yeah. Can you imagine us hanging out together? That would be awesome!"

The two exchanged happy looks.

"What a good idea, Stella. But first, you and Prompto should clarify some things. If I recall, he hasn't asked you out yet, now has he?"

"…Hmm, no."

"It won't be long. Check that out!" said Luna pointing at her sister's phone, "He wrote you quite the message. From my experience, boys don't usually bother to do that, only if they really care for the one they're writing to. Oh! And he uses lots of emoticons! Another positive sign."

Stella blushed at the remark.

"Trust me, sis. He's head over heels in love with you. The last time he was here he had his eyes trained on you all evening long."

"Wha–? How would you know that? You were busy with your fiancé. Deep into business, if you figure what I mean."

"Stella! Drop it!" snapped Luna with a grin.

She reached for her sister and poked her playfully. Stella dodged as well as she could.

"Ok. Ok. I saw you marching straight to the bedroom with Noctis and you saw Prompto glancing at me, kind of interested. I guess that's our current status. Your relationship has breached the gates of intimacy, though. Don't worry. Prompto and I are gonna catch up with you soon."

Luna shook her head, overwhelmed by Stella's sense of humor. She and Prompto were the perfect match indeed.

"Good luck with that, young lady." teased Luna, "But don't make a rush for it. Let things flow naturally between the two of you."

"Yes, sure."

Stella tapped a few more words before verifying the full message. She sent it immediately.

"That settles that. Now, sis."

She pulled Luna closer to her.

"Time to talk about two important matters."

"I'm listening." said Luna as she took a pillow to rest on.

"First, you haven't told me what it feels like to make such a huge step in your relationship…"

"No commenting on it."

"Uh-uh. Lemme finish. Don't say you don't know because here you are, carrying Noctis's son. Explain me how he was conceived. Explain me what you felt when he was conceived."

Silence.

Stunned in her place, the elder sister said nothing. Stella laughed merrily:

"Oh, Luna, Luna! You should have seen your face! I don't mean to pry into your private life. I'm just curious, you see."

"If it's sexual education you seek, I'm not the one to provide you with it."

She shrugged, throwing her gaze elsewhere.

"All I can say is that… it does feel nice."

Stella wasted no time to lunge at her, hungry for further knowledge. Her eyes were nearly sparkling.

"Was he gentle to you?"

"Without question, little star."

"They say the first time is painful."

"…"

Stella waved at her to drag her attention, for the sake of a joke. Luna sucked in a breath, knowing there was no avoiding that kind of 'talk'.

"There are hardships in all beginnings." was her humble explanation, "Although it hurts a little, the pain gets replaced by pleasure fast enough. You can… y'know, change your focus so that your worries may be cast away. I… simply… relaxed."

"And he took care of the rest?"

"Y-Yes, kind of."

If she could have grown a second pair of eyes, Stella would have watched her sister way more intently. As for Luna, she was nearly reaching her limit.

"That lean torso of his! With clothes on he looks very well-built to me, let alone naked."

It was Luna's turn to blush. A pleasant memory of exploring Noctis's body came back at her.

"He is very handsome. Are we done?"

"Far from me the idea!"

"Haven't I told you enough already? What else would you like to know?"

"Luna, aren't we best friends? We should share experiences."

"Well, yes. And this is exactly what we're doing. Listen to me, he was kind and sweet. The two of us had a wonderful time. Period."

Stella took a final chance, giggling at her sister's nervous voice.

"He was still next to you when you woke up in the morning?"

Luna daydreamed for a while. Thinking of Noctis made her heart feel lighter.

"…Of course. He held me in its arms and didn't let me go until I talked him around."

"Oooh. That's cute."

"He wanted to doze off with me till noon. I explained him we couldn't. Not then, at least."

"Organize a sleeping competition and Noct will undoubtedly win the platinum medal."

"Ha! I wish."

Stella got up and rushed to the wardrobe, as Luna made the most of that to enjoy the space she left.

"Now then, my dear, let's see about the other matter. Also, very important."

"Gee…!" sighed Luna as she fixed one pillow under her head, "Here I thought that was it."

"Don't get so impatient. I'd say it's time to give it a try. It's been waiting all day long for you."

"Give what a try?" the bride-to-be asked.

Stella was beaming with happiness while she rummaged through the many royal robes kept inside the silvered wardrobe. As soon as she found the desired garb, bought recently, her fingers shivered in anticipation to hold it and show it to her sister.

"Turn around and marvel at it. It's gorgeous!"

Luna rolled her eyes a little.

"There went my sacredly craved rest. I hope your mini-game is worth whatever you want me to see."

With a small effort, she did as she was told.

Instantaneously, she met Stella's brilliant smile – one that could reanimate any broken heart, one that could make any darkness fade away in fear.

Luna's sole reaction was to gasp powerlessly. Her hands hopped to her nose, hiding it in-between them.

It felt as if time had been running, uncaring, leaving her behind, when it suddenly stopped to crawl ahead at such a slow pace that Luna could live her joy wholeheartedly.

Her eyes filled with tears as Stella offered her a 360-degree view of a wonderful white dress, ordered specially for her. How could she not recognize it?

"Well, sis? The wedding plans are set and going. Not much longer until you walk to Noctis, wearing this."

"I have no words…" said Luna.

She slowly touched the fabric and the impeccable silk proved her no spell had been cast on her. Everything was real! Blissfully real!

"My wedding dress!"

"I personally love it. I can't wait to see how it looks on you. Have to make sure it fits your measurements."

"Will you help me try it on?"

"L.O.L! You need ask? I'm looking forward to this event almost as much as you are."

Stella led Luna to the changing room, their laughs mingling together like an energizing serenade for trumpets and strings.

Large shadows were falling on the road and an orange sun was slipping beyond the horizon. This was but another day spent on the run.

They should have reached Altissia by evening, but encountering so many Niflheim patrols slowed them down heavily. Every time an airship would land, blocking their way, they had to get out of the car and a difficult battle would begin. Of course, the empire did not send the best of its mercenaries. The soldiers that leapt out of the airship were robots – killing machines, dangerous as hell, set to harm the four friends. Gladiolus had had a tough time dealing with them. They were not impossible enemies, just very, very troublesome. And they had an awful advantage: not being human, the machines could issue themselves the 'self-destruct' command just like a kamikaze. The explosion left behind was all the more powerful. In such conditions, Ignis knew he had to keep safe the youngest of the group. Judging by his outrage, growing chaotically with every passing second, he'd rush all speed ahead, recklessly, into the fight.

Which… he did.

Not listening to the concerned voice of his advisor, the prince wielded his arsenal of weapons even more frantically than he casually used to. Before Prompto could at least aim at a soldier, Noctis was already teleporting to the enemy, releasing his anger by beheading. A ferocious cry, slices faster than the eye could see, blue magical particles following his movements… He appeared and disappeared at will, like magic, drawing his foes into confusion. Angered shouts were escaping him. His weapons swirled around his body like a tornado and, at his very command, they decimated everything that dared to stay in their way.

Gladiolus and Ignis nearly gasped at the gruesome scene he was leaving behind as he dived deeper in the following line of soldiers. There was no way to stop him. Brimming with hatred, his eyes turned to crimson. He swung a lance directly in one soldier's chest. And, as if that had not been enough to destroy the machine, the lance stabbed its metallic face continuously, showing absolutely no remorse, until the familiar sound of a short-circuit was heard. The grand finale consisted of his summoning a large iron sword, which he twirled with unwavering hands. Ten machines fell broken, no match for his strength. Noctis remained amidst the remnants, still willing to keep up the slaughter.

"Oh, Etro…" shrieked Prompto, holding a palm on his mouth.

The road was littered with limbs, helmets, axes and detached heads rolling away from the battlefield. Such a dreadful scene taken from an equally dreadful movie.

"Your Highness!" called the royal advisor.

But Noctis could not care less that the last of the remaining soldiers had just left a deep cut on his right arm. He gritted his teeth to stand up to the stinging pain and then the Avenger sword appeared in his hurt hand.

"Noct! Hey, don't overdo it!" snapped Gladiolus with no hope of being taken seriously.

The robot issued itself the 'self-destruct' command by pulling out its metallic heart.

"It's a grenade, Highness! Don't get caught in–!"

Noctis wiped a trail of blood from his arm, ignoring the advice.

Come on, I've tasted worse pain!

Prepared to parry the attack, he focused on his incoming enemy.

"If he misses, he's done for!" whispered Prompto to himself.

Miss? How could he miss? He was Noctis, born to win!

He waited to time his evasion just right. When the soldier reached for him, the prince tensed all of his muscles so that his 'leap of fate' would be efficient. He forcefully grabbed the soldier's helmet as support and did a front flip, his feet perfectly outstretched in the air. The graceful movement did not last more than a second or so. He landed safely, whereas the machine met its end. Proud of himself, he clenched a fist to relish his victory. Narrowly escaping death was becoming an unhealthy habit for him.

BUT THE GRENADE WAS YET TO EXPLODE!

"Do not let your guard down, Highness!" cried Ignis from the top of his lungs.

From where he stood, shaken by fear, Gladiolus snarled and rushed to the rescue.

"Noct! Warp. Now!"

Since his days of childhood he swore to protect the prince. This time, however, he was too late. This time, the prince had cast doom on himself – his very own doing. One last small 'beep' sound from the wreckages of metal, the corpse of the assumingly defeated soldier, and fire was spread on the road. Wild, powerful, unquenchable. The three men quickly covered their eyes and backed away. Like a deafening tempest, the explosion destroyed everything that stood in its way – signposts, fences, small trees and bushes. The grass burned, leaving the soil bare.

"Take cover here!" advised Ignis.

They gathered together, supporting each other's arms. Clearly far the best protective method against such an attack, but it was the least they could do. Through the heavy smoke, Prompto looked in the distance. There wasn't much to be seen, only destruction. He clenched his teeth, trying to drain strength from it, and his eyes madly scanned the scenery in the attempt to find his friend. Eventually, he managed to catch a glimpse of Noctis being violently tossed onto the hard ground. The prince just screamed, feeling his end drawing closer as the flames captured him in a scorching red circle, sealing any escape. Death by fire. Death… by… fire! Of all the possibilities, why the slowest and most terrible!?

Suddenly, Prompto could not blink anymore. Watching Noctis agonizing so desperately was frosting his heart. How should he help? HOW?

He struggled between Gladiolus and Ignis, but their grasp was sheer iron.

"No! Noct! Oh, Etro! Please, no!"

And then it happened. His worst nightmare came true. His conscience pictured that noon he spent with Noctis on the terrace. That noon when he held the prince, who cried over his loss. That noon when he proved his true friendship to Noctis. Oh, what kind of friend is not capable of saving the other?

He could no longer see the prince in the circle of flames.

End? Oh, his quest had barely begun. Far from him the thought of allowing himself to die. His father's demise needed to be avenged properly, for the wise king Regis did not sacrifice his life in vain. The kingdom of Lucis needed a second chance, to revel in peace and joy once again. With his dear friends by his side, with his wife's loving arms embracing him tight, how was he supposed to fear the future? He himself was everybody's future. Every life depended on him, on his success or failure. And they all knew how much Noctis despised losing. Losing a battle, losing a challenge, losing a game… Yes, destiny kept throwing difficult games at him, but he was a gamer nonetheless. Somehow he would figure out the mechanism. Somehow he would find a secret weapon to take on a tough boss. Life is but a game. A game never truly ends. No, it only ends with your surrender, as the story is snaking its way onward.

Why should you be left behind?

In such situations, you must stand up and follow the story, consequences be damned.

Because… if you refuse to walk on your path, the story might leave you aside forever. You will never take part in it again and people could include your name in nothing but ghost stories.

Do you not see it? We, by our very actions, fall into oblivion. Nobody can push us there, but ourselves.

Life is a game of judgment. Life is a game between our thoughts.

No matter how great the torment, always chose life instead of death. Always chose to keep fighting instead of giving up. Although painful, it will be your own choice and none other's. Never allow somebody else to choose in your stead! Never allow somebody else to decide when your life should end!

Prince Noctis gasped for air and stirred awake.

Light surrounded him. Pleasant daylight along with a calm breath of wind, emerging from a tall glass door. He recognized the view.

Could it be… that bedroom, with that nice terrace which lead outside, towards the garden? That bedroom he would always remember as the place where he had offered both his soul and his body to the woman he loved…

He did not dare believe it true. His first thoughts were of the afterlife. What if he had suffered terrible injuries which could not be healed? What if he was in Etro's realm? Wishes come true there, or at least this is what Ignis once told him. Maybe he was already departed from his old world. Maybe his flesh and blood had long turned to stone while Ignis was most definitely holding his corpse in his arms, with tears streaming down his face because the spell 'Cure' he kept casting did not help anymore. Yes… maybe. Maybe Prompto was ruffling his blond hair out of distress as he screamed for him – his best friend – to open his eyes again. Those images seemed so real. They all did.

The legend says there is a goddess who welcomes the souls of the dead in her realm – the Unseen Realm, beyond the azure horizon. Noctis was reluctant to believe it when Ignis had first read the myth to him. Indeed, it is difficult to trust something you cannot see, nor hear, nor feel. But it is a matter of faith. Faith that a new beginning awaits everybody yonder death, for it does not end through death. And what else can death be but a mere passing? A passing to… heaven? The only uncertainty left for Noctis was whether he would end up there or other place worse.

However, he soon realized heaven could not be more beautiful!

An ethereal light was cast upon his face. Sunrays were spreading everywhere, all at once. Waters were murmuring somewhere far from him, like in a fairytale. His father's words echoed to him: "Look for the sun, Noct. Whenever the sun rises, a new beginning awaits you." Oh, and wasn't it bright! It sent all of its warmth to the Crown Prince, blessing him with bliss.

Etro's light?

An almost weightless hand pressed on his forehead.

Etro? Is it you?

His eyes closed back and Noctis tried to savor the affection. The goddess really showed care to the dead. She was as mild as spring, a much awaited spring, caressing his skin, tracing his features. Unbeknownst to him, he felt alive. Although he remembered well the dreadful sound of the explosion, although he could still sense flames surrounding him as his death scene replayed in the back of his mind. Yes. He could swear he was alive. Alive… Breathing. And, most of all, not alone.

The goddess's hand fell gracefully on his chest. To his surprise, he became aware of it rising and lowering slowly, as he breathed in and out. Was he finally appeased? Time seemed to come to a mild halt as the goddess found his heart, then circled her small thumb on it. The touch was warm, and his heart nearly skipped a beat when he tried to picture Luna instead of Etro seated beside him. Only his bride-to-be owned that unique power to pour such love in her caresses. He almost cried at the memory of his proposal to Luna… months ago… before the crisis began… when Insomnia's mighty walls were still defending proudly the Citadel… when he walked with her that evening… when they… loved each other, made each other happy.

Oh, it hurt.

Noctis blocked out the images as he faintly remembered her kisses. Her tender kisses… on his temples and cheeks and lips…

Luna? Luna, my dear princess.

Whether he somehow miraculously survived, or heaven was unbelievably sweet, providing him with everything he craved for.

Wait. If I'm gone… that means father must be here. Father! I have to talk to you.

But he hesitated. What if, by opening his eyes, he'd ruin the wonderful moment? What if the goddess's soft touch would cease or… disappear for good? He wanted more. He wanted to feel more. It was soothing, like a curative spell. All his life he had been teaching himself hard to hide his true feelings, to fake a laugh or a tear… Up to what end? He was sick of his attitude. Enough! Pretending was no longer an option for him. Instead, he thought of allowing himself to properly recover, which meant to answer to his long neglected needs. So he leaned softly into her velvety hand.

"Noctis?"

Even the voice sounded like his wife's! Everything about her tensed him up, made him recall his and Luna's most private moments… It was beautiful and bitter altogether.

"Are you awake, my love?" she asked, caressing him tenderly.

Noctis knew then: his future was right there, by his side. There was no need for him to seek it anymore. When he opened his eyes to embrace reality and break free of his past wounds, he found the certainty that he made the right choice.

Doumo arigatou gozaimashita. (translation: Thank you very much.)

Mina, ki wo tsukete! (translation: All of you, take care.)