Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2019 21:14:59 GMT -6
| ❝ | When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me | ❞ |
A cloak flapped in the wind as a shrouded figure made it's way to the half broken city of Torensten. Azure eyes, gazing ahead, locked on his destination. It had been a long and difficult trek, thus far, in spite of their victories, and the lone figure had nothing to do but think. To plan. To consider.
To worry.
Everything leading up to this moment had either been a fight, or a wait. He, himself, hasn't witnessed the 'splendor' of the Gods that apparently organized this bloodstained tryst between two sides of the same coin. He gripped his cloak over his face as he stepped through one of the numerous archways into the City itself, the gates opening as the guard posted waved in recognition. The man gave a nod in return, trudging through as the road changed from raw dirt to cobblestone and brick.
The cobblestone gave way to flat pavement as the newer (more like newly repaired) portion of the City had surrounded him. As the bustle had grown into a large crowd, expecting to make their daily grocery purchases, the man pulled the tattered cloak off and tossed it into a nearby garbage bin, revealing longer hair, a face covered with a month's beard, and war torn clothes.
His steps lightened as he moved through the crowd, the True King emerging on the other side as he made his way to one of the first places he had visited after his Arrival.
The hotel and pub that housed outworlders on the regular.
After his campaign to bring Lightning back to the light, he had worked in the shadows to not only find the others (he had lost track of Lunafreya, as well as Aranea), but also to assemble with the otherworld heroes and warriors to find a way to stamp out the Scourge being spread by Ardyn. Warriors native to this world had fallen in droves, and Noctis knew that there was little hope of him being able to stand against his corrupted Ancestor with only the Ring and part of the Royal Arms having been restored to him.
He sighed quietly as he reached the pub, the "Hub of Heroes," as it had been renamed. A small grimace crossed his face, a visible cringe to how tacky the name sounded, then he resumed the resting expression that had become the norm for him. Stonefaced. Focused.
Determined.
He pushed on the door, opening it to a new adventure, and new potential.
But… where would he be led, this time?
To worry.
Everything leading up to this moment had either been a fight, or a wait. He, himself, hasn't witnessed the 'splendor' of the Gods that apparently organized this bloodstained tryst between two sides of the same coin. He gripped his cloak over his face as he stepped through one of the numerous archways into the City itself, the gates opening as the guard posted waved in recognition. The man gave a nod in return, trudging through as the road changed from raw dirt to cobblestone and brick.
The cobblestone gave way to flat pavement as the newer (more like newly repaired) portion of the City had surrounded him. As the bustle had grown into a large crowd, expecting to make their daily grocery purchases, the man pulled the tattered cloak off and tossed it into a nearby garbage bin, revealing longer hair, a face covered with a month's beard, and war torn clothes.
His steps lightened as he moved through the crowd, the True King emerging on the other side as he made his way to one of the first places he had visited after his Arrival.
The hotel and pub that housed outworlders on the regular.
After his campaign to bring Lightning back to the light, he had worked in the shadows to not only find the others (he had lost track of Lunafreya, as well as Aranea), but also to assemble with the otherworld heroes and warriors to find a way to stamp out the Scourge being spread by Ardyn. Warriors native to this world had fallen in droves, and Noctis knew that there was little hope of him being able to stand against his corrupted Ancestor with only the Ring and part of the Royal Arms having been restored to him.
He sighed quietly as he reached the pub, the "Hub of Heroes," as it had been renamed. A small grimace crossed his face, a visible cringe to how tacky the name sounded, then he resumed the resting expression that had become the norm for him. Stonefaced. Focused.
Determined.
He pushed on the door, opening it to a new adventure, and new potential.
But… where would he be led, this time?
422 ● OPEN ● Am I back?
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