A/N: Hello! This is my idea of what may happen in Episode Ignis, based off what I've heard rumor of on the internet, what I personally think would fit in the story, and the teaser trailer. There is more to come, don't worry!

Part 1

The plan had been to get to Noctis once the refugees had been taken care of. Ignis had stuck to that plan, hurrying toward the altar as the imperial air ships began their retreat. He expected to find Gladio or Prompto waiting for him, but instead, he was greeted by a battalion of Imperial foot soldiers. Every logical thought in his mind screamed for him to retreat before they could open fire on him, but they stood between him and his charge. Ignis dove behind a crumbling wall for cover. He had no idea if Noct had survived the rite, only that he had succeeded in getting Leviathan's blessing, as the Hydrean could no longer be heard and the towering walls of waves had receded, replaced now with heavy rainfall from the over-saturated sky. He pushed his glasses up his nose. They would soon become more of a hindrance than a help with all the rain that speckled them. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. In the meantime, he needed a plan, and fast. Without any allies to be seen, he could either wait for them to show and lie in wait, or try to take out as many Nifs as possible in one hit and hope he could take out the rest on his own.

A loud hissing noise drew his attention to his left, where he saw the Chancellor's ship opening, more Nif soldiers piling out. Why there were no MT's made Ignis curious. MT's were clearly the more deadly of the two types of soldiers, which made Ignis believe that perhaps murder may not be on the agenda.

Perhaps this was a retrieval.

Ignis didn't know what state Noct or Lunafreya were in, but he knew that being in the malicious hands of the empire, and more specifically the Chancellor, would not be beneficial to their well-beings. Waiting for his comrades no longer seemed to be an option. Pulling a firaga spell, his last one, from his Crownsguard uniform, he fiddled with it in his fingers a few times before taking a breath and launching it at the Nifs. The spell erupted and engulfed the first two rows of soldiers in flames, causing the others to scatter from their formation. Ignis stepped out from behind the wall and started flinging daggers at as many soldiers as he could while he still had the element of surprise. It didn't take long after that for the soldiers to narrow in on their target, and Ignis was forced to rush them with his lance to get out of range. The pouring rain had put out the fires from the spell already, and even moving as quickly as he did, Ignis couldn't stop the Nifs from surrounding him. The ones deployed from the Chancellor's ship had cut off his escape. He swung his lance around, trying to create space between him and his foes, but Ignis knew that one of them would pull the trigger soon enough. A shot to the leg and they'd have their opening. What Ignis wouldn't give to have Gladio's shield at the moment. Or just Gladio himself. The thought came to him that maybe Noct wasn't even at the altar at all, that he'd been wrong about what he'd seen.

That if he died here, it would be for nothing.

He shook the through from his head and swung his lance around again, but the Nifs didn't seem like they planned on shooting him. They just stood there, guns aimed at him on all sides, but didn't pull the trigger. How long would this strange stale-mate last? Did they expect him to surrender? Ignis frowned at the thought. How little they thought of his loyalty.

With that in mind, Ignis switched to his daggers and attacked the closest soldier to him, figuring his best way out of this trap was to make a hole in the infantry.

That was when they retaliated.

Rather than a bullet, he felt the butt of a gun smash the back of his head, which would have been enough to send him reeling, but something knocked out his knees from behind, and the combination sent him flying onto the ground, face smashed into the wet cobblestone. It was then almost as if the soldiers dogpiled him. He had troops pinning his arms to the ground, another kneeling on the back of his legs. He tried to summon a dagger in his left hand but as soon as he did so his arm got twisted painfully behind his back. His vision blurred from both his foggy, skewed glasses and his recent concussion, but when the soldier in front of him stood up, he could see who stood before him particularly clearly; the Chancellor himself.

Ignis lifted his head from the ground to try his best to meet the Chancellor's eye but a soldier smashed his face back onto the ground. The Chancellor smirked and bent slightly so his face was in Ignis's field of vision.

"You were right not to trust me."