Hey sorry for the wait guys- took up a job as a production assistant again and that basically took over my life, but hey I'm still writing! And I have this chapter all ready for everyone.

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Chapter 21

He took a long gasp as the car passed under the crystal barrier and the scenery changed to large skyscrapers and apartment buildings. Prompto kept his breathing ragged the reaction almost instant as his body was overwhelmed with the light from the crystal, the energy reacting with his body.

It almost felt as if his own skin wasn't his own as goosebumps appeared along the edge, as the air in his lungs left and his stomach pulled in on itself. His eyes and lips felt dry, and his already a little sore head felt 100 times worse as he couldn't let out that second breath.

"Hey Prompto, are you alright," Cor asked, he felt his hand on his shoulder, the touch distant as his breathing worse.

He had to be strong; he had to act like nothing he had to. . .

Prompto let out a strong cough, his hand pulling away as soon as it was over. "I'm fine," he mumbled. He fell back, his back leaning against the leather of the car. "I just got a little winded." A little winded was a harsh lie, but the fact he could still speak brought with him a bit of peace.

But as he spoke, as Cor's hand left his shoulder and he stared at him worriedly, Prompto felt strangely odd. Almost as if nothing was wrong, or more wrong than it had been outside the barrier.

It was true his body was feeling normal again, it didn't even hurt as much as he thought, after the strange attack, his body almost went exactly back the same way it had been. Still a little out of it, but bearable.

Prompto looked up, the roof of the car blocking it, but Prompto knowing for certain that the barrier guarding Insomnia was now going to keep him at bay.

"Sorry Cor, I just—I'm not sure, I've always been sickly." He felt fine, he was alive, he knew he wouldn't die as soon as he entered Insomnia, and he knew now he was stuck here, but the fact that he wasn't completely bed ridden yet—it somehow made Prompto laugh.

"I'm finally here," Prompto said new beams of light flashing in the car as they entered a tunnel. "This city, Insomnia, I finally made it." Without Ardyn, by himself the key pawn that had been brought to ruin the city from within.

Still, he was now here, and alive, dead in probably a few weeks, or even days—but he'd be able to see Noctis again, he'd be able to hear him laugh once more before he had no time left.

"It's a pretty amazing city," isn't it, Cor said.

Prompto nodded. "Yeah, it really is." He let out a final laugh, his own head back in its own space. Prompto placed his head on the pane, spotting the people walking down the sidewalks, their colours ranging the rainbow and in shorts, tank-tops and t-shirts no less. It was even sunny as he looked up, a sun, something he'd never even seen in Niflheim.

The car pulled under a few more tunnels, and Prompto just admired the scenery, as he viewed the people, the places, and just all around him. People looked genuinely happy, and not just miserable like back in his home town. Everything here was just a reflection of happiness, it sat peacefully in Prompto's mind almost.

Of course what immediately follows this is dread as Prompto realizes what might happen in just a few short hours. If he's lucky.

The car pulls up to another gate just outside what appears to be the largest building in the city, Prompto rolls down the window so he can let his head pop out and look up, but even then he can't see the top till they drive past the gate.

A few reporters are waiting just outside getting pictures of his head as he leans out. Prompto rolls the window back up. As they drive inside he notices a man in a cane and Noctis waiting on the front steps, along with Ignis, Gladio and Clarus and a few others he doesn't recognize.

The car pulls to the front of the steps, and the drivers gets out to open the door for Cor. Cor holds out a hand for Prompto before he steps out, but Prompto doesn't take it, as he steps out on his own and the driver shuts the door. Cor bows at the steps and Prompto wonders what his father would say again if he were to bow. He does remember his first meeting with the prince and his entourage, and what his father said after he bowed. Prompto glanced up and remembered the reporters outside; perhaps they can see perhaps they can't. Right now he's alone though, and about to cause the whole country devastation.

Prompto bows his head slightly and then again further as Cor raises his head. He raises his after. Right now he doesn't care what the emperor, his father and most of all Ardyn think of him. He'll bow; maybe it'll mean the kingdom will show him mercy.

Walking the steps upward, the king takes two down with his cane, Noctis helping him along slightly, as Clarus and Gladio keep eyes out along the area.

"Crown Prince of Niflheim," the king speaks, or at least Prompto is fairly certain it's the king. He's never met him before. "I welcome you to the city of Insomnia, and the Province of Lucis. We are most gracious to make your acquaintance and to welcome you to our home."

Noctis bows his head slightly at Prompto, offering his own friendly smile.

After the formalities the groups head inside, Prince Prompto walking next to the king Regis, Ignis and Noctis a step behind. "We're honoured to have this exchange happening between our countries; perhaps if things run smoothly, my son may even spend a few months in Niflhiem, to learn their customs." Regis sounded calm and collected, but also like a grand leader all at once. Compared to his emperor, the feeling was strange.

"As do I hope to learn of your customs," Prompto answered truthfully. He was sweating a bit again, and despite not feeling as horrible as he thought he still felt like he was in the wrong body. However the process of all this was running smoothly, as if everything was normal.

"Tomorrow we shall hold a summit, and give you a tour of the palace and the city—after you'll begin some lessons in our history and culture." Regis knocked his cane on the ground twice. "For now I'll have my son and Ignis show you to your room, it's been a long day for you Prince Prompto, and I suspect a much needed rest is required."

Prompto bowed his head slightly again. "Thank you your majesty," Prompto said relaxing a bit. His majesty kept walking forward, and Prompto legged behind as Noctis grabbed his hand to hold him back.

"Wait!" Noct said, it a hushed whisper shout. Prompto looked back, a giant smile present on Prompto. Noctis wrapped Prompto in a hug. "I was so worried!" Noctis said his voice clear now.

Ignis stepped from his side. "As was I," he chimed in.

Prompto scratched his head.

"Are you alright now?" Noctis asked. Prompto nodded, giving a slight hiccup as he was about to speak.

"Yes, just slightly drowsy and such, I may not be up for everything, but the minimum."

"Like kings knight!" Noctis said, grabbing Prompto's hand and showing him to the elevator. "I got them to give you a guest bedroom fairly close to mine, I hope you don't mind?"

Prompto smiled, "not in the least."

"Great!" Noctis led Prompto out of the elevator as the Lucis prince began showing him the hallway that led to his guest suite. Noctis steered Prompto inside a rather large room, equipped with a guest entrance that house a table and a few couches, along with another entrance that led to the bedroom which had it's own walk-in closet and bathroom. His luggage had already been brought upstairs, the bare minimum it was for two months, mostly large coats and white attire. Except of course he wouldn't really be needing it that long.

Prompto stared around the room, taking a few steps to walk and take a look at the sunny view outside. The ground a long ways down.

Noctis had begun rambling on about what was happening in his life, a smile non-stop on his face as he spoke. "And Iggy's practically forcing me to do the math assignment, despite probably it not even being a part of the course, and it's not like I even need it to get into the next grade level, they'll accept me no matter what cause—Prompto?"

Prompto wiped at his eyes. Noctis was so care free, so happy, so wonderful. Prompto couldn't let himself do this to Noctis, he couldn't let his forces invade, he couldn't keep up such a false pretense when from the very beginning Noctis had been nothing but the bestest friend to him, being nothing but kind and happy, and even showing him a chocobo.

Grabbing at his chest, Prompto held onto the red sash to his vest, the only colour amid the white. Like a thorn, that's what he was coming here. And there on his wrist was the leather over who he actually was, who he'd always been. A brand, a number—never a person, or son to his father.

"Noctis, I have to. . .I have to be truthful and tell you something." Prompto couldn't stop himself anymore; it wasn't fair to anyone if he just let things go as told.

"I-I. . .in a couple of days, no. . .maybe in a couple of hours Niflheim will—"

"Noctis!" Gladio ran in the room, the door to the guest bedroom being barged open. Noctis turned back his head, a look of complete shock on Gladio's face, and the way he stared at Prompto—Prompto knew then he was too late.

"Noct you have to see this, Tenebrae. . . Tenebrae has surrendered their land to Niflheim."

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Next chapter will be coming (hopefully sooner rather than later) thanks guys!