Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy, or any of the characters used in this fic. They all belong to Square-Enix. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Darkness Falls
A/N: As Versus XIII has yet to be released, this may not be at all in-line with the game. However, I wanted to see if I could get a good feel for Noctis' character based on what little we know of him and his world.
Slowly, they had vanished. Kingdoms of the Crystal, fallen to dust with little more than people and rubble remaining. In some cases, not even people. Not even life.
Just who were these people, and what did they want?
It seemed to be little more than senseless killing, no warnings, no demands from what fragments had reached him on breath of the wind. Massive warfare, and against the unsuspecting masses of the innocent. One report had shown little more than dried earth, flames engulfing what little there was left. A war-wounded people trekking across the remnants of their city, steadily dying.
Were these people, these phantoms of unknown name and origin, to invade his home, his country, his throne, what then? Their fate could be very much the same as that of the other nations, left to dwell for decades in blood and ruin.
Burning into his gaze, the screen stared back at him, cameras falling upon mournful faces. Each wince of pain was yet another wound to him.
The tears these people cried were falling like rain.