"When darkness veils the world"

"And the hearts of men turn to ice"

"When the flames of war once more ignite"

"We pray he comes, the king of Light"

"To save us from this long and weary night"

No matter how many times I read this passage it never fails to unsettle me. but for some reason I just can't rid myself of this bleak and dreary book and it seems as if the book can't rid itself of me either. Seeing as it always appears within ten feet of me whenever I attempt to destroy it.

It's almost laughable that something as simple as a book can cause such trouble to the eldest son of the king. No one would expect that, especially not one blue eyed, black haired and very annoyed Noctis Baratheon.

But that's all it's been causing since the day I first encountered this wretched tomb

The first time I came upon it was on my 7th name day when I was sent off to my father's ancestral home of Storm's End. now at first I didn't really want to go, because come on why go when I can just stay in my chambers and sleep the days away, but apparently my father didn't agree with my superior reasoning and sent me packing to visit my "roots".

Anyways when I arrived it was to my uncle Renly who received me with not much fanfare and a small feast to commemorate my 7th year. After the niceties were dealt with I quickly retreated to the closest room available to appease my inner sloth content with sleeping away most of this trip, but alas therein lies my mistake which would eventually lead up to all the misery i'm currently experiencing.

Within the confines of the room I had stumbled upon to rest in, it was just my luck that the only bed in sight had a dusty old tomb on top of it, not thinking much of it at the time I simply tossed it out and spread myself out on the furs content with my plans to travel to the dreamlands.

And then it happened.

"Poof" "Gah!"

It appeared out of thin air as if it were dropped from a 20 foot wall and landed squarely on my poor face rousing me from my slumber

THAT DAMN BOOK

At the time I hadn't thought much of it in my drowsy state so I simply tossed it into the nearby fire which was heating the room. Satisfied that justice was dealt upon the fiendish being that had disrupted my sleep I went back to the gentle embrace of my furs thinking that was the end of it.

….."poof" "Gah!"

Only for the impossible to happen. For there, resting atop of my face, was the very same book I had just witnessed burn to naught but ashes looking every bit as ugly and weary as it had when I first encountered it.

And ever since that day its been bound to me for reasons I neither know of or care for. But only one things been for certain ever since that day. My days of sleeping peacefully had come to an untimely and tragic end end.

(Present Day)

"Ah there you are your Grace, your father has been requesting your presence for the past hour now, what shall I tell him when he discovers you have kept him over an hour for a mere tomb?" questioned a creaky old voice from an even older looking man.

"I thought I had told you to knock before you enter Pycelle, by the Seven I could have been indecent for all you know." came a snarky reply from the one in question."and this "mere tomb" as you refer to it is the only one of its kind, trust me i'd know" he finished off in a slightly irritated tone.

"Ah my most sincere apologies your Grace I meant no offence. but you must make haste as the royal family is set to ride for Winterfell as of now and the king is losing his patience due to your tardiness" spoke the old man starting off in a cowed voice with his tone returning to a slightly panicked one in fear of the king's anger.

"Just tell my lord father that I will meet with him and the rest of the royal party at the gate when i'm done with this tomb it is of the utmost importance that I finish ah…. Studying! Yes studying this tomb." replied the younger of the two.

"As you wish prince Noctis but I hope for your sake what you learn from this tomb is worth your lord father's ire."spoke the old maester in a resigned tone.

"It most certainly is and I shall be bringing the tomb along with me in our journey to the north, have a servant fetch me a sack for ease of access and then continue with whatever we keep you here for" spoke the prince as he dismissed the old man and began to prepare his essentials for the road ahead

But what neither noticed as they continued on with their tasks was the faint glow the aforementioned tomb began to emit as the prince held it within his grasp.

Little did the prince know that today would mark the day in which his story truly begins

For it is he who is burdened with the Tomb

For it is he who is burdened with the Prophecy

For it is he who is burdened with the Power of The Light

To save us all come the Long Night

Phew first story ever written not sure if i'm going to actually continue it though but it's a huge step as it is for me to even be posting this compared to the usual of just imagining a tale and keeping it locked up in my head.

But any ways here's the disclaimer at the bottom I neither own Final Fantasy or The Game of Thrones and this is a non profit hobby.