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Summary: Dying had been inevitable. It was something she couldn't stop. But this she'd be able to change. Change her family's fate. That's all she wanted. She just wanted to save her family's lives, who were more important than she ever would be. [SI!OC-as-Luna's-twin]

Everyone's so happy that Noctis is finally appearing ahahah so here you go guys. I'll keep this short and simple. Hope you like it.

And as you can see, I don't have a update schedule so my updates may be irregular, like really irregular, especially now because I'm full of work and essays but I'll do my best to give you guys a new chapter as soon as I can. I'm sorry that it took sooo long for me to update and if there are any grammar errors.

But anyways, enjoy~

~[O]~

Chapter Three

M.E 744

"Can I tell you something?"

I finish tying my white sandals and look up to her. Luna was brushing her shoulder length hair and looking at me through the mirror as she did so. I nod, wanting her to continue because I'm curious and usually it's me that asks her, not the other way around.

"Of course you can. What is it?" I ask, concerned when she looks away from me.

A few seconds pass and she turns around, her eyes meeting mine, "I had a... dream," she tells me, hesitating as if dream wasn't the word she wanted to use, "At least, I think it was a dream but I'm not quite sure. I don't think it was a nightmare either. I believe that it was... it was a..."

I tilt my head to the side, not sure if I should say something or just wait for her to continue. I decide to talk, "What, Luna?"

She bites her bottom lip, "A prophetic dream."

A prophetic dream? A dream of the future? Somehow, I'm not surprised that she had one because I know that Luna has some kind of mystical power that is able to stop the Starscourge from advancing, even with just her presence. I didn't get that ability but I'm not necessarily mad about it. I'm a background character after all. But I didn't know anything about prophetic dreams. Did she have those in the game? Was it explained? I can't remember anything about it from her memories.

I need to know what was it exactly about, "What was the dream about?"

Luna sits down beside me and she begins playing with the edge of her blue dress that Mother made her wear for the arrival of the King, "I can't really explain it," she admits, looking apologetic, "There was fire and screaming and then you were there," I blink in surprise. She dreamed about me? "At least I think it was you - older and beaten up - and there was water everywhere and it felt like I was drowning- I didn't really understand it but I woke with this feeling-"

"The feeling that it somehow wasn't just a dream?"

She looks surprised when I speak and she nods, "Yes, exactly. How do you know?"

Well, when you have nightmares every night about things that you know will happen if you don't do anything to change them, it's hard not to feel that. And I think that the reason she's even having these dreams may be because of me. Because the dream she had was a part of the nightmare I keep having. I shrug, giving her a small smile, "I have that feeling every time with my nightmares."

"And do you think that-"

I don't let her finish, grabbing her hands, "Yes, I do think that my nightmares and the dream you had may be of the future but I don't think they'll come true."

Luna grips my hands back tightly, "Why?"

"Because we're going to end the pain in the world by helping the King," I affirm determinedly, grinning, "Isn't that what we decided? That we'd do anything if it meant getting rid of the darkness in the world?" Slowly, she nods, "It may come a time when those dreams appear to be coming true but we'll change the aftermath. No matter what."

How did I end up becoming the one that raises her spirits? Between us, I thought that it would be her.

"And if we can't?" she asks quietly and I go silent. She looks so desperate. I don't like when she looks like this, "What if there's nothing we can do to stop these bad things from happening?"

I wrap an arm around her, careful to not mess up her dress, "We'll do it. I'm sure of it."

It's weird to be the one raising her spirits and confidence. I never thought of myself as someone who would do it, not even Before as her. She never had to do it to anyone, except trying to convince her parents and siblings that she'd recover and that she wasn't in pain but it was impossible. Her parents weren't stupid. They knew that she was suffering and that there wasn't anything they could do. They blamed themselves for not being able to help.

They probably never recovered after...

Stop. Just stop. Don't think that.

I shake my head to make the thoughts go away (if I continue thinking about it, I'll break down and I'd rather not do that in front of Luna) just to see her nod and wrap one of her arms around me as well. I squeeze her gently.

I can't think about the past. It won't help me.

At least, not now.

We stay in silence for another couple of seconds, until, "I can't believe you're wearing a dress."

Normally, I'd be commenting on the change of subject but before I could even process it, my face goes red and I begin sputtering words that can't be understood, Luna laughing at me. She manages to slip away from my grasp when I try to grab her with both of my arms and continues laughing when I exclaim incoherent things.

"Mother made me wear it!" I manage to form and shout, picking up a pillow from the couch and throwing it at her.

She dodges and picks up the same pillow I had thrown to throw it back at me, grinning, "I just said that I couldn't believe you're wearing one. Why are you so angry?"

I duck just in time, exclaiming, "Because I'm wearing a dress!" as if it was a perfect explanation.

"You look good in it!"

My face turns even redder, "Stooop!"

Luna's grin seems to be stuck on her face and she was clearly amused with the whole situation, "You should wear dresses more often," she suggests, ducking when another pillow gets thrown at her. She laughs, "I'm serious! It wouldn't be a bad thing if you wore one every now and then."

I huff because I realize we were being childish and set the pillow I had grabbed from my bed down. I fix my side braid that had gotten messy with the fight, shrugging, "I just don't like them."

I never did. I don't know if it was because she didn't like dresses but I never found dresses good to wear. I didn't like how you had to grab onto it if a big gust of wind came out of nowhere or you'd show everyone your underwear and I didn't like walking around with my legs showing off, which is kind of hypocrite of me since I like wearing shorts but I can't really explain my distaste for that certain clothing.

It was just something I don't like.

"Lady Lunafreya, Lady Leanna," Gentiana appears out of nowhere and a sound of surprise leaves my lips. Pryna and Umbra appear with her and they jump toward us, barking happily.

"Gentiana!" I hate when she does this. She's been doing it ever since I was a kid. I think she finds enjoyment with my reactions.

The messenger's lips twitch up in the corners in amusement, "I apologize for scaring you."

Except she doesn't sound that apologetic. Like I said, I think she enjoys scaring me. I pet Umbra's head while Pryna licks Luna's face, "Is it time?" I ask, moving to stand up but Umbra whines aaaand down I go to continue petting him. Oh my Six, these dogs are spoiled.

Probably our fault too.

Gentiana nods, "Are you ready?"

We look at each other and then back at the messenger, nodding.

Luna and I walk out of the bedroom to join Mother and Ravus, who were waiting for us at the front door of the mansion.

~[O]~

I'm nervous, I think to myself as we walk outside with the many guards that Mother asked to accompany us.

I'm really nervous.

This is the beginning of the chain of bad things pretty much.

After this, the moment that I've been terrified about for twelve years will happen and I still haven't thought about anything that'll save Mother. You'd think that I have at least thought of some ideas but nothing. I've thought of plans but they're all stupid and completely impossible for me to accomplish.

But one of the ideas that stood above all others was me telling Mother about what I know.

Telling her everything would be relieving but there would be consequences, I'm sure of it.

And that's what is ruining this whole idea.

My mere presence in this world probably changed a lot of crap that is to come so Mother knowing of future events would only change even more things but I wouldn't even consider the idea if I wasn't as desperate as I am.

I am desperate and very much so.

And desperation leads to people doing stupid things, some part of me seems to be saying.

That it does.

It took a while but soon enough, we can see two figures in the distance, accompanied by three guards that I'm sure went to get them with Mother's orders. The nerves that I have been feeling since I woke up suddenly multiplied and I find it harder and harder to breathe as the two come closer. I seem to forget how to breathe properly and subconsciously I grab Luna's hand. She doesn't say anything and squeezes my hand back. I think she's nervous as well.

Mother steps forward, a smile on her lips and I begin chanting in my head.

Calmdowncalmcalmdown

After all, it's just the King and Prince we're meeting in person and even though I already know who they are and how they look like and how they are, the simple thought of actually meeting them takes the breath out of me.

Mother is talking quietly and then turns around, nodding at us and that's our cue to step closer.

Luna is the first one to step forward and since I'm holding onto her hand, I'm forced to join her and Ravus steps forward beside, his hand on my shoulder. As it appears, the one that knew this moment would come is the are most nervous one.

I breathe in and out, trying to calm down as we stop right beside Mother.

Just calm down.

Calm down"

"My daughters, Lunafreya and Leanna and my oldest son, Ravus."

"Your Highness," the three of us chime in perfect sync, bowing down.

When we rise, King Regis smiles and seems to turn younger when he does so, laying a hand on the boy in the wheel chair, "My son, Noctis."

The eight year old's head rises and stares at us with his blue eyes, but doesn't say anything and just turns his face away.

My heart squeezes painfully when he does so and I feel terribly sorry for what he went through and what he will have to go through in the future. He's just a boy. A small boy who lost his mother and was in a mind scarring accident, who doesn't know how important he is to the world and to the people before him.

And oh my Six. How can a child look so sad?

He shouldn't look like that.

No one should look like that.

"I apologise for my son," the King says looking pained, "He's... not normally like this."

"It's quite alright, my King," Mother responds softly, a warm, yet sad smile on her face. She mentions towards the Manor with a graceful movement of her arm, "Shall we go inside? I have our best doctors inside waiting."

The man nods and goes to grab the wheel chair's handles but I step forward quietly and make him turn to me. Suddenly feeling shy, I look down for a second before hesitantly looking up to him once again.

"Would... would it be okay if I were to push him, Your Majesty?" I ask because I can't keep my mouth shut and I couldn't stop myself from steeping forward.

I notice from the corner of my eye that Noctis' head rose a bit to propably stare at me but I kept my gaze on the King.

Everyone seems to be staring at me and I begin feeling awkward with the attention I'm getting. Is it really that bad to ask to push someone hurt, even if they are a prince?

"I just wanted to help," I say when the silence is getting too long and I swear I'm feeling my cheeks darken in embarrassment, "I didn't mean to offend you, Your Majesty."

But he doesn't look offended at all. He's staring at me with a smile and chuckling, "You didn't offend me, my dear. I was just surprised, that's all."

Oh, thank the Six. I sigh in relief. I didn't know what I'd do if I offended the King the very first moment I meet him. That would be really, really embarrassing.

"Of course it's alright," the man says, nodding, "But will you be able to push it?"

I didn't think he meant that in a bad way. I think he's just concerned about if I can't push him properly and end up making something wrong and the chair somehow falls. I shake the bad images out of my head and smile politely, "Yes, Your Majesty."

I bow in thanks and make my way behind the wheel chair, grabbing the handles in my shaky hands. You can do this, I tell myself, Don't feel nervous.

You're just pushing the main character into your house.

No big deal.

I breathe in and out and begin pushing it, finding it to be a lot lighter than I expected it to be. After making sure I could do it, King Regis turns around and walks beside Mother, talking quietly with her, while Luna and Ravus walk a little ahead of me. There's a silence, not necessarily uncomfortable but not nice either, between all of us and I desperately want to break it, so I say the first thing that comes to mind.

"You'd you like me to call you 'Prince' or just by your name?"

I notice that, immediately after the question leaves my lips, Luna sends me a incredulous, scolding look, like it was outrageous for me to ask such a thing. But I didn't feel like it was that bad of a question, especially when I know how Noctis hates being called with such formality. It would've been worse I called him informally right out the bat. (which was something I thought of doing, I'm not going to lie)

I also notice that the boy in question turned his head around so he could look at me and he looked like he wasn't expecting such a question. His hair covering his face, he mumbles something really quietly that I can't hear and then faces forward once again.

"What?" I ask curiously.

"I said," he says a bit louder and when I try to look at his face, I see his cheeks looked a bit rosy. Oh right. He is quite shy, isn't he? "No one ever asked me that before."

Oh. Everyone must always call him with his title the moment they meet him. That's why he was so surprised. Maybe I shouldn't have asked it. But now I can't take it back.

"I apologise then," I respond, "I shouldn't have asked."

Another silence begins. I keep pushing the wheel chair, no longer try to talk. I don't want force him. The guards open the door and as we're going inside, I step back to let the King take his place in pushing his son through the hallway that leads to the room Mother prepared for Noctis. Luna, Ravus and I continue following them, until we were right in front of the room.

"You three have to stay out side," Mother tells us, looking stern, "Do not come inside, until I tell you, alright?"

"Yes, Mother," we say in unison once again.

She nods in approval and proceeds to open the door, holding it open so the King can push the wheel chair inside.

Just as he was almost inside, I touch the boy's arm gently, making him turn to me, "It'll be alright, Prince Noctis."

Everything would be alright. Now and in the future as well.

I'll make sure of it.

I promise.

King Regis pushes his son through the door but I'm still able to catch what the boy mumbles to himself.

"Don't call me that."

Despite the situation, I smile to myself.

~[O]~

It was so hard to write this chapter. God, I can't count the many times I erased and rewrote it and it's shorter than I expected it to be. Goddammit. Hopefully it's not as bad as I'm dreading it is. I apologize once again for taking so long.

One thing, the dreams that Luna had are what I call the effect of Leanna's presence. But I'll go more into them as the story progresses.

I'm tired as hell so I'll go now.

Hope you liked it.