A/N: I remember Final Fantasy XIII-Versus being announce when I was back in high school. Although I hadn't played many of the Final Fantasy series I recall really wanting Versus and waiting for it. But, Versus never came out and I eventually forgot about the game and went on with my life that was until FFXV. I bought it a month after its release and still play it everyday now because of how mesmerized I am by the world, its characters and the potential hidden stories. The game really got my gears turning and after thinking about it for weeks I decided to write an OC fanfiction.
This is the first fanfiction I wrote in 10 years, and my first OC fanfiction ever. So, I have to say I am really rusty and a little overwhelmed at my self for attempting to do this.
I really hope you enjoy having a glimpse at my imagination, my insecurities and how I view the world of Eos.
Disclaimers: All Final Fantasy characters, settings, etc. that appear in this story are the property of Square Enix. My original characters and my imagination are the only things I own.
Final Fantasy XV: A Glaive's Tale
For centuries the sacred magic of the divine crystal blessed our world and its people. But in time the promise of its power brought war to our lands.
Lucis, a peaceful kingdom of great magic kept safe by the power of the crystal.
And Niflheim, a military empire of vast machinery made strong by the might of its magitek.
Long has war raged on between the two…
As years passed, Niflheim marched on nearby nations driven by its unsurpassed technology.
My country was one of them.
Kharlan, a small nation located in between Lucis and Tenebrae was taken over by Niflheim and its technology, leaving many villagers dead, homeless or prisoners of war.
Scorching fire and destruction were the only things I remember from that night. The stench of burnt bodies and the coppery smell of blood filled the air as people were shot down one by one.
My parents, long dead at the start of the invasion, were nothing but cold corpses sprawled on the floor.
My brother Kaiten led me by my hand through the hell and to my freedom. But in exchange he gave up his, fighting off the soldiers while I made my escape. That was the last I saw of him.
All that at the age of fourteen.
Those who managed to make it out of Kharlan made their way towards Lucis, where we were accepted as refugees. I was grateful for their kindness.
Orphaned, lost and broken— war left nothing in my heart but hatred and vengeance. To destroy Niflheim and make them suffer became my only goal in life.
I joined the military a year after, one of the only jobs offered to us refugees, and slowly started to rebuild my life.
Six years have passed since the destruction of my home country, and peace has now returned for the time being. Now I stand as a proud member of the Kingsglaive, soldiers handpicked by none other than King Regis himself to protect the citizens of Lucis, and aid in the front-line of war against Niflheim.
My name is Velvet Angelina Flare, and this is my story.