Rebels - A FFXV Fanfic

by IntrigueBlacke

Mors Atra, meaning dark death. An organisation of assassins and fighters want the government taken down, and that includes the prince- Noctis. The leader's motives are unknown, but she has a spy in the government. They trust the spy with their lives, but she isn't doing it for them. How will this play out? Will the bombings and killings stop?

14. Chapter 14

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Her breathing was fast and unsteady. But she ignored it as her golden eyes followed the princes whereabouts. Feeling something trickle down her cheek she put her fingers there. Blood. Must have been from the explosion of glass... Wiping the blood from her forehead away, she crouched, deciding if she should head back or follow the prince a bit more, maybe he was planning something. The flyers labelled Mors Atra were still scattered in the street. But people were pinning up new posters and flyers. A Masque Ball, but ages away. A month? If she could read it right. Her golden eyes were like the eyes of a hawk. Knowing that Petra would be safe and sound in her office right now, she decided to tail the prince, running along the building rooftops lowly and frowning. He was a normal guy, no way he could be king. Then again people like this often made the best rulers. A chuckled and took off her hood, her waist length silky black hair gently flying in the breeze. Her golden eyes glowed as she blew into her hand, a small black mist appearing.
"Follow him..." A black raven formed, and it had her golden eyes. Flying high into the sky, it tailed the precious prince.