Tears ran down his cheeks as he turned his back on the only person he had left in this world. Silver blue eyes shuttered close and shoulder length black hair blew in the breeze. Behind him his brother was staring at him in horror.
"Why?" His brother choked out. It is only at this that he turns around and stares coldly at the other though his heart is breaking.
"We can't have a daemon on the throne."
And with that Izunia Lucis Caelum turned his back on his brother, Ardyn's anguished screams resounding in the clearing they were in.
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His eyes fluttered open as he found himself in an endless void. Lethargically he looked around before looking down at his hands. Unlike the pruney hands of a man way past his prime like he should have his hands were smooth as if he had not grown up past the age of 10 years old. In confusion he pulled at his hair to gaze at it. Not silver like it should be after many years of ruling but the soft dark black of his childhood.
Izunia was very confused. The last thing he could remember was going to sleep in his chambers in the Palace in Insomnia and yet here he was now.
"Izunia Lucis Caelum." A voice called out to him and suddenly Izunia finds his vision filled up with the image of the Astral Bahamut. Instinct dictated that he flinch back but his own mind supplied he knew the guardian of the Crystal would not harm him. Much like once upon a time Ifrit was his brother's personal Astral Guide Bahamut was his before he gifted the crystal to humans and thus presided in said crystal.
"Bahamut. Have you brought me here?" Izunia question tilting his head to the side.
"Indeed I have. I have a question to ask of you." Bahamut asked and then suddenly he shrinked down into a more equal size to himself. Izunia blinked at the other in confusion.
"What would you ask of me my lord?"
"Have we not been friends for many long years my king?" Bahamut questioned a smirk on his lips before quieting down. "It is about your brother I am afraid."
Izunia's heart stopped. His brother? He had not seen Ardyn since the day he banished him. It was not out of want. He loved his brother so much that it hurt him. But he knew the citizens were bound to turn on their Healer sooner or later and hate him. That was the one thing Izunia never wanted to see.
"What has become of my brother Bahamut?" The dreaded question came. Bahamut's face twisted into a sad look taking time to think of an answer that would satisfy the Lucian King.
"You have been dead my king for a long time now. It is only now that I pull your soul out of the ether to answer the call of Prophecy from long ago."
"What prophecy?"
Bahamut sighed, an action so human that he could hardly believe this astral, god, capable of it.
"It was a little after your reign. But by your brother taking in the daemons he festered in darkness. He has… released those daemons once more. The Prophecy states that only the True King, the King of Light, can purge our star from the scourge and darkness. Izunia the darkness that prophecy is talking about is your brother. The other Astral's and I believe that True King is you."
It was a lot to take in Izunia knew and so his hands clamped together twisting nervously he began to think. It was often as children that only Izunia was able to stop his brother from his more reckless ideas. Some would believe he to be the elder but Ardyn was.
"There is no one else able to?"
"No." Bahamut shook his head in regret. He wished he could let his king's soul rest but it was not to be. Perhaps it was always Izunia's destiny.
"But how would I do this?" He asked quietly.
"You would be reborn into your family line. There will be a time it will be known you are the chosen and gain all your memories back. But do not fear my king for I will not leave you alone. I shall accompany you and take a mortal body and stand by you."
Tears welled up in Izunia's eyes before he looked up at his guardian. But he could hardly see see him. Motes of white light were floating around him. He reached his arm out trying to grasp onto the plated armor of the Draconian. The other had taken his helmet off but Izunia couldn't see his face clearly, just the tumbling of hair out his helmet.
"Do not worry my king I will be with you and protect you, this I do so vow."
The next thing he remembers is waking up with a gasp in his bed 12 years old memories of an age long past.
Izunia Lucis Caelum. Noctis Lucis Caelum. Just who was he really?
