The Eclipsing of Sol Lucis Caelum

by CuriosityID

Twenty years has passed since the defeat of Ardyn Izunia. Niflheim has undergone a brutal revolution and now seeks peace with Lucis. A treaty has been made; the alliance shall be completed through a marriage between King Noctis's son, Crown Prince Sol Lucis Caelum and revolutionary Adura Invalesca. But no one knows of the Darkness in Sol or the Light in the daughter of Niflheim.

1. Prologue

He comes stealing in softly, bare feet on cold marble, and the only tangible evidence that he is here is when he breezes through a room, light catches onto the gleaming locks of hair, and he smiles like sunshine.

People notice that the prince isn't tall, nor is he of powerful bearing. He dresses all in white and his fingers are usually stained with paint, maybe a blue acrylic streak across his cheek. His eyes are of a magnificent azure and his face is sprinkled with pale freckles, gathered over the young years of summers by the sea. Around his neck is a thin golden chain with stars and moons hanging small and delicate. He looks likes his mother, the Queen Lunafreya and though his differences contrast slightly against his father's dark appearance, the King Noctis Lucis Caelum, they look like family. He looks like a son.

This is Sol Lucis Caelum.

He was born during the height of a battle one wintry day, when demons had invaded Insomnia, rising from the concrete like storms. The king rushed out with blades in hand and his wife was following just behind him. But as she rose from her throne, labor pains seized her and she was compelled to stay behind. The birth was long and painful, just like the battle outside the palace grounds and the queen prayed for the king's speedy arrival and safety. When the child was born the battle was soon over. The king came home bleeding and exhausted, forever marked by a deep cut on his face and a debilitating wound in his back. Memories from long ago were born again.

But he held his son, whispered his name. New memories were born.

Everyone watched as King Noctis stared in awe at the baby, touched the fingers and stroked the fine blond hair. The beautiful baby was a fine melding of purest light and clearest stars. The darkness vanished. The sun came streaking through the windows.

Peace came over the city like the soft snows that drifted through at the time of the new prince's birth. The king and queen stood, both tired and pale but proud and happy, on the palace's balcony. The crowds below, thousands upon thousands, cheered. Coins were minted commemorating his birth, new paintings were made, blessings given in honor of Prince Sol. A new era had come.

Twenty years has passed. The demons have not been seen since. The people take it as an omen: the prince has brought sunlight to the world. And who could deny it with the hope he brings into the room? Who could deny it with the pride in his mother's eyes and gentle joy in his father's?

Who could see any clouds in the skies of Prince Sol Lucis Caelum?