Noctis was angry. He stormed out of the dark, wooded doors with golden, metal spirals. "Itisss…" Noctis hissed. He sat himself down on the cold, polished stairs outside of the royal palace. Luna was dead and there was nothing he could have done to save her. These dreams,… they kept filling his mind. He was so confused with it all. He clutched his ears and pressed his hands into his head crying. "Isss…" Tears fell down from his tightly closed eyes. Umbra sat in front of Noctis. Noctis looked up sniffling. Umbra's eyes pierced back into his, locking a stare between the two's eyes. "Luna's dead..!" Noctis sobbed. His face contorted into an expression of painful misery. "You have no home anymore…" Umbra gestured her head into Noctis. "No…" Noctis breathed out. "I… couldn't save her…," Noctis slurped and cried. An ash land was before him. The beams of daylight were gone. "You're the chosen one, the king of light…" Luna's voice echoed rushing movements swirled the air. Sounds of a changing tape skipped by. Luna was in front of him among the dead, ash world. "You're the chosen one …" Luna's voice claimed with a hauntingly echoed tone.
"No,… I'm not…" Noctis cried rubbing his eyes. The dim light of the world casted highlights across his arms. "Noctis!" Luna yelled. A land of fire surrounded them. He persuaded her with a trident in his hand. His eyes had fire in them. They were dark and unreflective. Noctis' shirt was ripped missing a sleeve and exposing part of his chest. Charred ash coated some of his skin. Luna fell back against the ground. "Noctis!" Luna cried the end of it sounded like a child yelling. He was standing over her swinging the trident down. Luna raised a hand to shield her. Noctis was standing up, hellhounds formed in front of the fire around him. Huffing he jerked up, the palace was behind him. Umbra stared back at him. Her eyes peered back like reflective mirrors. He brushed his hand against the polished stone and cried. How could he? Noctis pushed himself off the step and bustled forward into the courtyard. This couldn't be happening. The loud crashing of the palace doors echoed behind him. Ignis hurried to Noctis' side, "It's alright." Ignis comforted him and hugged him by the shoulder stopping him. "It's not alright…. Luna's dead…," Noctis trembled and pushed the man off him. Noctis ran across the stone pavement of the garden. Umbra ran after him. Ignis watched him go.
The car hummed with the acceleration of their speed. Noctis sat in the back seat of the Regalia. Ignis' face was stern and harsh. He pushed his glasses up with a white gloved hand. His other hand operated the steering wheel. There was complete silence in the dark car. The city seemed desolate and gloomy. Ignis sped through the city. Noctis curled his head in front of his shoulder watching the rain droplets hit the window softly. Water droplets hung on the window reflecting minimal light from the dull city.
This didn't seem possible anymore. Noctis' face was blank of any cheerful emotion. They pasted by tall city buildings. The empire was after Noctis. They knew they would be, after the night they attacked the king. It was a cold slow party. Noctis only saw his father three times that night and that would be it forever. Noctis looked at a blue, cloud goddess painting her face was dejected. Noctis' eyes wandered soulfully over the painting, he felt the same. Black tables were around the room and windows that exposed the dark night took most of the walls. "Noctis, are you alright?" Regis asked looking at the back of his son as he stared into the picture.
Noctis turned the side of his face to gaze him, "I'm fine." He spoke quietly. Regis gave him a concerning look and left. Noctis was left alone in silence. No one else at the party was near him or the picture. The cold night sky filled the party room. Noctis looked over the guests across the room from him. His father was talking to some of them. Regis was careful to talk quietly. Noctis turned back to the picture, Luna stood beside it. "It's lovely isn't it?" Luna asked as she looked over to him. "Yes." Noctis answered faintly.
She smiled "Do you have the light?" Luna asked. "The what…?" Noctis lowered his eyebrows. "You see it, the light?" Luna asked. "Yeah,… I do." Noctis nodded. "I do too," Luna smiled. "It's because of a near death experience." Luna explained softly. "One I'm not fond of," Noctis breathed. Luna nodded. "Etro is the Goddess of light. She casts light down to our world bringing up the souls of the dead. Those who see the light are said to be gifted…. Do you have any gifts?" Luna asked Noctis walking around him. "No,…I'd rather have it that way." Noctis said and sat down on a bench.
He laid his hands in his lap. "I see." Luna said standing before him. "I understand, I won't want to be gifted for someone to die." Luna said. "It would give me nightmares." She smiled. Noctis was quiet. "Me too," he breathed softly. "Um,…" He looked up at her. "It's getting late, I should get going." Noctis stood up. "I should get going too, Thank you, Noctis. I feel the light has given us this chance to meet." Luna said stepping away from him. Noctis crossed the room to the black polished stairs that had swirling handles. "Well, then, enjoy the nightmares," Noctis smiled sweetly.
Noctis climbed down the stairs sliding his hand along the rail. Regis looked across and caught Noctis' eyes. Noctis nodded to him and went to go outside. He walked down the desolate hallways. Skull engravings hung on the crown molding above him. The red carpet beneath his black shoes appeared lively in the dark place. A loud explosion went off. Noctis jerked around. It came from the party room. Noctis heavily sprinted and bursted the doors open. He crossed the room and heard a man running after him. Imperials filled the room. The people from before were gone. Regis was surrounded. A white robbed man with a hood concealing the top part of his face, stood with a blade to Regis. Noctis ran at them. The blade was thrusted into Regis. He fell flat on the ground. Noctis was stopped. The man that had been chasing him grabbed him. "We have to go, now." Gladiolus instructed and dragged him backwards. "No..!" Noctis screamed. "Dad!"
The imperials turned and pursued after them. The robbed figure stood over Regis. Regis' head turned to the floor.