NoctaLightx: I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! An with an extra long chapter as well! FTW! Lightning, Noctis and friends have also returned! Hurray! Plus I get to make...wait for it... My very first OC! I feel so proud of myself. (sniffle)

Lightning: It's about time you updated. you're so slow when it comes to writing.

Noctis: Yeah, and why did you take me out of Chapter 5 huh?

NoctaLightx: ... Development purposes.

Both: BULL...CRAP!

Quick note: I'm going to be going through my chapters and edit them bit by bit so that I can make them better for you. Plus, as i have said in the previous chapters. Any advice to a noob like me is welcome, as long as you share it POLITELY! I Truly do want to become a better writer, so help me out whenever you can! Thanks!

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Where… where am I? She felt the ground beneath her. Soft vegetation brushed against her smooth skin.

Grass?

She opened her blue eyes to a clear sky overhead. A cool breeze flowed through her strawberry-blonde hair as she lifted herself to a sitting position. She was on top of hill in a peaceful valley, with a mountain range to her right and a forest and stream to her left. Behind her was a large tree providing her shade from the sun. It was a little warm, but still comfortable. Standing up straight, she looked down at herself realizing she was still wearing her armor. All of her wounds were gone as well. Confused, the woman leaned onto the large tree and stared up into the sky, deep in thought.

How did I get here? What happened to that dark room I was in? The last thing I remember is fighting with that… that…

Her face flushed.

…that pervert! She thought, remembering how the raven-haired man violated her when she was knocked out. Honestly, how could someone stoop so low?

Slamming a fist into the tree, leaves and a couple of branches fell around her. Seeing the imprint in the dented wood she smirked, thinking If I ever see that depraved fool again I swear I will make him pay. Then the question dawned on her. Is there anyone else here?

"Hello!" she shouted, "Is there anybody here?" She waited and then tried again, this time louder. Still no answer. "Damn." She searched around the hill, also using its view to see if there was anyone in the distance.

Nobody. She was alone.

Sighing in disappointment, she tried to determine how she appeared here in the first place. The woman traced back from her fight with the pervert to the specific incident that made the pervert …well... a pervert. But there was nothing before that. She couldn't remember anything before that! She doesn't even know her own name!

The warrior began to panic, her breathing quickened instantly. Beads of sweat grew on her forehead.

Why? Why can't I remember anything at all? Gazing down at the river, her throat suddenly became dry.

Maybe a drink will calm my nerves. The strawberry-blonde flipped her hair over her shoulder and began to stride down the hill to the stream.

When she reached the calm, moving waters she put down her shield and knelt down. Dipping her hands into the cool liquid she brought it to her lips. Sweet, it's sweet! Feeling the water running through her system, the woman felt stronger, calmer, and…happier for some reason. She knelt down again and continued to drink, savoring the flavor and ecstasy of the water.

She gasped for air and relaxed, wiping away the water dripping from her lips. Good, now I can think clearly. Suddenly a sound broke the silence, a whinnying sound. The warrior's eyes gazed down the river until she froze, her eyes now wide with shock and wonder. I spoke too soon.

A beautiful horse captivated her attention as it was drinking from the stream. Giving out a small sigh of relief, the woman thought, Well, at least I'm not alone.

She stood up slowly, not taking her eyes off the stallion as she rose. The horse instantly raised its head and looked towards her, ears perked up. Gasping. The woman noticed the horse had four violet crystal eyes, each one watching her every move. Then it started to walk toward her, slowly and cautiously. What do I do? What do I do? The question kept repeating in her head until the majestic beast was standing only two to three meters away.

She continued to take in the splendor of the beast up close. It was a very large white steed with gold and sage green armor. A warhorse? What puzzled her most was how it looked so mechanical, but still so alive. It leaned its large head over, blowing at her. She dared not move. With no weapon and only a shield, inciting something about three times your size seems like a very bad idea.

It shook its head and took slow steps toward her, nickering gently. Lightning raised her open hand to the horse as if on instinct, waiting for the beast to come. Her heart beat faster as it was now only a foot away from her palm. She could feel it's warm breath in between her fingers. It nickered, pawing its hoof into the ground. It wants me to come to it? She summoned her bravery and reached out to the steed.

Gently, the horse nudged her palm with its snout. Energy instantly surged through her arm at the moment of contact. She pulled away, Ok... There is no way that was static electricity. She slowly reached out again, rubbing the snout gently. The voltage surged through, but she endured it, The feeling leaving as soon as it came.

She took her other hand and began to stroke the animal's neck. It replied by nickering happily. "This isn't so bad." The horse backed away, leaving the warrior standing in confusion. Suddenly the horse shined a bright ruby red. Lightning gasped and had to cover her eyes. Soon she had to close them because it was too bright to see. She heard mechanics working and parts shifting. The ground shook with two loud thuds. How many surprises does this thing have? When the bright light began to dim, she opened her eyes.

She stood there, eyes widened and mouth agape looking up to a huge white, sage, and gold armored knight looking down at her. He was at least three times as tall as her. He carried a large shield in his left hand and a very large double bladed sword in his right. He had large, sage green shoulder plates with ancient texts inscribed onto them. His helmet was white with two horns and had gold trimming with . He also had a white cape that hung from his shoulder and flowed down to his waste.

Ok…what the hell just happened? She couldn't move, fearing that if she ran the thing in front of her would chase her down. The giant knelt before her and bowed its head, saying in an otherworldly voice, "It is good to see you again milady, I believed that our bond had been severed permanently."

"Our b-bond?" She stuttered.

"Yes milady. The contract that connects you and I so that I may serve you when needed."

She shook her head slowly. "I-I…" The warrior was speechless. First she wakes up kissing some complete stranger who in fact tried to kill her! Then she finds herself in some peaceful meadow with a robotic horseman (literally) and it's calling her 'milady'! That's it! I've completely lost it! I am now legitimately insane!

"Wait, wait, wait." She said, trying to soak this all in. "Who are you and what is this contract you're talking about."

The massive warrior raised its head, "Do you really not remember me my mistress?"

She shook her head again, "No, no I don't."

"Then it is as I feared." The warrior stood back up and saluted, "I am the sunderer of falsehood, my weapon is light, my steed is thunder. I am the herald of truth, the destroyer of corruption. I am Odin." Lightning crackled and thunder boomed when he pronounced the title. "And you are my master, Lightning." He finished, his violet eyes boring into her blue ones.

"L-lightning?" So my name is Lightning? He must know more about my past!

Suddenly, the sky grew dark and it became temperature dropped dramatically. The environment started to freeze over, dying all around her. Lightning shivered, holding herself she braced herself against the harsh winds from the mountains.

"It has returned." Odin said with a sharp edge to his voice. He looked out to the mountains and she followed his gaze. Her eyes widened with fear. The mountains looked like they were being swallowed up by some kind of black ooze.

"What is that?" she said, taking a couple steps back.

"A trespasser." Odin turned back to her. "You must leave this place at once."

"Will I ever see you again?"

"When you're need is at it's greatest, I shall come to your aid. Now depart!" The knight turned back and lightning struck out from his blade, making the trespasser recede.

Lightning started to panic, seeing the disgusting black ink surround her, eating away at the environment.

"Hurry." The giant shouted, "before it's too late!"

"But, but!" suddenly all went black and she was separated from Odin , feeling empty and alone again as she did before. No… she thought not again.

"Thank you, and again I'm sorry. You're son will be given a proper burial."

Noctis hung up the phone on the wall, falling into a chair behind him. It felt like he ran around his kingdom a hundred times, give or take a few. He dragged a hand over face. Will this never end? The power struggles, the battles, the deaths of loved ones?

A knock was heard at the door.

"Come in." he answered, not caring who or what it was.

To Noctis's surprise it was Gareth. "Gareth? What are you doing here? What about your family?"

Gareth chuckled at Noctis's surprise, "Well as a matter of fact, my wife was worried sick about you and wanted me to check up on you." Gareth stared at Noctis as he closed the door, "And I can see now how right she was in doing so."

"Its only a couple of scratches."

"Uh huh", Gareth replied and then examined Noctis. He now wore a black, short sleeve collared shirt with a dark T-shirt underneath. He wore black pants with a black belt and silver belt buckle. He also wore black combat boots, a glove on his left hand and a ring on his right. He smirked, "You always were a stubborn one."

Gareth walked over to Noctis, "Shall I get some coffee sir?"

"Don't trouble yourself, I've got it." Noctis got up and started to make the drinks. Gareth sat down in a chair next to Noctis's.

"So I'm guessing that you heard about the battle last night." Noctis asked.

"Not so much the battle, but more the aftermath." Gareth smirked again.

Noctis paused, "Excuse me?"

"You know you have an interesting taste Noct, I guess being attacked is just the turn on nowadays-"

Noctis spit out his coffee, choking on it at the same time. " *Cough* W-what? *Cough* *Cough*"

"Well, from what I've heard; After the battle you met a young beauty who tried to assassinate you, then fell in love with you by tossing herself into your arms and giving you a romantic kiss and passed out from the passion in the moonlight."

Noctis was stunned at the fanciful tale with his mouth agape. He shut his mouth and blinked hard. What the hell?

"Well those are the rumors."

"The servants think that's what happened?"

Gareth nodded with an amused smile, "Then tell me what really happened."

Noctis sat down and sighed, "Fine." It can't get much worse than this.

And so he began his tale. First with the battle in the courtyard then to the chamber and to what the intruder said. Although Noctis was hesitant around the part with his assailant, Gareth wanted to know the details, saying he could help out with the "bumps" in their relationship.

"There is no relationship! It was an accident!" Noctis clapped his mouth shut. Crap.

"Well now, what was an accident?"

Noctis gave in, not knowing what to do, "W-we did... Ya know... with the" he pointed to his lips. "B-But it was an accident! I-I swear it on Etro's name!" he stuttered.

"Oh... Did you enjoy it at least?" he said with a smirk.

"Well actually…Gareth!" Noctis blushed furiously, almost falling into Gareth's trap.

Gareth laughed at how immature Noctis was behaving instead of the cool and composed mask he usually wears. Noctis himself hasn't felt these feelings since he was a child. Putting the thoughts aside, Noctis looked out his window and stared at the city outside.

"What do you think he meant by Etro's Legacy? And what is the key to it? And where do you think this woman came from?"

"I'm stumped on all three my lord," Gareth paused pondering the situation, then an idea hit him. "What about Cocoon, from the evacuation and the refugee camps?"

"Cocoon? But every known citizen and member of the military has been evacuated to new areas all the way on the other side of Pulse, where the moon was stopped."

"But what if she's neither? She does look like something rather special."

"Yeah." Noctis caught himself before falling into another one of Gareth's traps. "Well we will find out soon enough, the others will question her when she awakens. We'll figure her out even before my farther comes home." He said smugly, feeling triumphant.

"Oh yes, about that... There's been a slight change in plans."

Noctis leaned over, his heart beginning to beat in his ears. "W-What do you mean? "

"Your father heard about the attack and is coming home today instead of a couple of days from now."

"Y-you're kidding me, right?"

Gareth shook his apologetically. Noctis sighed while pressing his index finger and thumb against his eyes. "Oh dear Etro, if he finds out about her he'll... he'll... I don't know what he'll do." Noctis stood up. "We have to move the girl somewhere safe until we can figure out a plan that will save her and us." Noctis said as they left the room and headed to the guest room where their prisoner was staying.

"So you do care about her then?"

Noctis stopped and turned toward Gareth. "I'm doing this because if my father finds out we are keeping someone who tried to kill me, and that we are helping said person, I'll never see the light of day again!"

Lightning started to move her body. Every cell was sore and aching, her head throbbed and her sides and back burned. She felt something soft underneath her. A bed? Yes, she was in a bed now. Oh great now where am I? Different scents invaded her nostrils as she breathed. Herbs and medications. She was in some sort of medical facility. A cool breeze kissed her cheeks and neck.

What was happening to her? What should she do? She remembered the valley, the warrior named Odin, and that inky black stuff. Was it a dream? Or some sort of vision? Or was it real? Lightning felt a shiver run down her back as she remembered how cold the darkness was. It definently felt real enough. she thought.

Is she back in that dark chamber again? Is that crimsoned eyed bastard anywhere near her? His face looked so familiar though, as if she knew him from somewhere. Suddenly her head pounded. Damn it. Just thinking of him gives me a headache!

Her hearing began to return to her and she could concentrate. There were continuous beeps, some trees rustling in the wind, and footsteps echoing in a hallway nearby. A door was opened in the room and the conversation of the people around her sounded as if tensions were rising.

"..Promp…perv… u're such a pervert! Honestly! Peeking at a girl while she's knocked out and badly injured! Unbelievable!" said an angry feminine voice.

"Hey I was just checking on you two. Ya know just in case our little angel turned into a devil." Said the apologetic voice.

"Uh huh sure!" she said sarcastically, "I saw you trying to peek at her as I removed her armor to put the bandages on!" A loud smack was heard followed by a whimper. Whoever that woman is, I like her already. Lightning thought with amusement.

The apologetic man sighed, obviously giving up. "Well you didn't have to hit me that hard." He said just barely above a whisper.

"Oh, so you want me to hit you harder?"

"No ma'am." The man said in a small voice.

Lightning opened her eyes slightly, taking the opportunity to look around the room. Her vision was blurred at first, but it soon cleared, revealing that she wasn't in a clinic, but in a luxurious bedroom. It had a slight medieval, but still modern style to it. She looked down at herself to see that she wasn't wearing her armor but instead a white T-shirt and felt slim white pants on her lower body. Bandages and gauze were wrapped around her upper body, head, and legs.

Looking across the room she noticed two people arguing. A blonde man in a leather vest, white t-shirt, and jeans in bandages was in the grip of an average height woman with long brown hair wearing small glasses and a lab coat.

"Good. I'm glad we can come to an understanding." She released the blonde and pushed up her glasses.

"You're scary, ya know that?" the man said with a shaky voice.

"It's part of my charm." the brunette raised her head high.

"What are you trying to charm? A behemoth?" he said clenching his teeth.

"What was that?" she said with a sharp edge to her voice.

"Nothing!" The blonde man stiffened.

Who are these people? Lightning tried to raise herself up and move into a comfortable position . Suddenly a shock of pain rushed through her. "Gah!" She fell back onto the bed. Both pairs of eyes fell upon her in an instant.

The blonde smiled, "Well, good morning beautiful."

"Watch it Prompto." The brunette glared.

"Ok, ok, I get it." The blonde turned back to Lightning with a grin. "I think introductions are in order. Name's Prompto, the one and only. And this," He gestured to the brunette, "is the bloodthirsty predator in charge of making life miserable."

"Hey!"

Prompto rolled his eyes. "Don't worry she doesn't bite…much."

The woman in the lab coat sighed, "Don't listen to this idiot. My name is Cara, and I am your caretaker for the time being." Cara walked over to the injured woman. "Alright, we are going to make this easy for you because Noct told us to. But don't try anything funny, got it?"

Lightning nodded, complying with the nurse's conditions. Cara lifted up a data pad and began typing. "Ok, now we know you understand our language, this will be much easier. What is your name and where are you from?"

Lightning paused, wondering if she could tell them. Seeing as it will do no harm she replied in a small voice, "Lightning… my name is Lightning."

"Lightning huh?" Prompto said with an impressed look on his face. "Alright Light," Prompto said with a comforting smile leaning on the edge of the bed, "Can you tell us where you're from?"

Lightning was about to respond but was stopped. She couldn't remember.
"I-I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Cara asked in gentle voice.

"I… I can't remember. I can't remember anything at all." She said with a disheartened tone.

"Amnesia." Cara concluded. "Must've gotten it in the fight with that shrewd prince of ours."

"Not complete amnesia, she knows her name and from what Noct told us she knows how to fight."

"Who?" Lightning asked.

Prompto gave her a small chuckle. "Well she's clearly not from around here, she doesn't even know who the great Noctis Lucis Caelum is!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air.

Lightning still had a blank expression on her face. Prince? Noctis? Who are they talking about?

"You know. Mr. Tall, dark, and charming. Prince of Lucia? Mr. high and mighty?" Lightning shook her head. He frowned, "He's the one who saved your life."

"Noctis huh?" Lightning said, letting the name roll off of her tongue. Could it be him? she thought of the crimsoned eyed man.

Giving the two a steely glare she asked firmly, "Where am I? And what happened last night?"

"You are on a planet called Pulse, in the kingdom of Lucia. You are in the royal family's mansion as our prisoner until further notice." Cara replied casually.

"Prisoner!", Lightning exclaimed.

"Well technically you're a prisoner. But usually the prisoner doesn't get a five star room with a grade A bodyguard like mwah." Prompto said gesturing to himself.

Cara scoffed at Prompto, then she looked back to Lightning. "As for what happened last night. Well, to put it long story short, we were under attack, and at the end of the battle we found you in Noct's arms out cold." Lightning blushed slightly, thinking of the raven-haired man holding her in his arms. So it was him.

Hiding her embarrassment behind her bangs, she asked, "Why did he let me live? Why did he help me?"

Prompto grew a sly smile saying, "Well, that's for him to know and for us to find out."

Cara sighed, growing impatient. "Can we please stay on track? I have a lot of other soldiers to attend to and I can't waste time on silly gossip! So help me Etro if I don't get this thing done soon you'll both be in severe comas!" Both Lightning and Prompto cringed, surprised by the woman's sudden threats.

"Now then I'm going to have to continue your examination and make sure I didn't miss anything. Plus I'm going to replace your bandages with new, clean ones ok?"

"Um…uh…" Lightning suddenly became nervous.

Cara gave her a puzzled look, then looked over at Prompto. "Oh right. Give me a moment."

"Wait, what are you- Ow ow ow ow ow!" He whined as Cara dragged him out of the bedroom by his ear.

"Now you be a good boy and stay out!" Cara yelled as he was thrown into the hallway. She slammed the door and then brushed her coat off. Taking a deep breath she exclaimed, "Finally he's gone!"

She turned to the now timid Lightning saying, "Now then let's get those dirty rags off shall we?"

"I-i guess." As Lightning slowly sat up with Cara's help, aches and pains racked her body. "That's right. You're more of a wreck than the others are. " Cara said, reaching into her pocket and taking out a container. She pooped the lid and took out some pills. Handing Lightning the pills, she ordered, "Here take some of these. Unfortunately they won't really kick in for another 5-10 minutes or so. Now please remove your shirt so that we can begin."

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!" Noctis cursed under his breath every second as he strode through the hallway, his heart beating in his ears

They were half-way there. Noctis could barely contain his anxiety. He needed every advantage he could get. "Gareth I need you to stall my father."

"For how long?" Gareth asked, caught off guard by the sudden urgency in Noctis's voice.

"As much time as you can give us."

"Alright, but you owe me one." And so they parted ways at a fork in the corridor.

Noctis didn't lose momentum, even as Prompto was seen coming from around the corner, mumbling to himself. "Women, they always stick together no matter what." Noctis strode past him, Prompto jumping up in surprise. "Whoa Noct! Where's the fire?" he said following his disturbed companion.

"Change of plans Prompto. My father's coming home early and we have to move the patient to a safer place."

Prompto's face paled. He's coming home? Now? Of all the damn luck! Wait…"Uh... before you see the girls, I have to tell you something-"

"Not now Prompto! Can't you see that this is an emergency?"

But Prompto persisted in getting his best friend to reason with him before it was too late. Luckily none of the other servants were around to see his groveling. Right before they turned the last corner to the room he made one last attempt to save Noctis. He grabbed Noctis pleading, "Seriously dude! I need to warn you-"

"I said not now Prompto! Oh my goddess! Can't you listen to me just once?" Noctis said in a harsh tone as he jerked away from his friend.

Prompto shrugged with a sigh, "Fine, but it's your funeral." he said, muttering the last part under his breath with a smirk. I guess he's going to have to learn the hard way. Noctis, not even noticing his friend suppressing a wide grin, came up to his captive's room and threw open the door.

NoctaLightx: Yep that was chapter six! One down, many more to go. Now I would have to say that this was probably the hardest part of the story. Trust me I was banging my head against my desk from frustration from how to keep the story moving.

Lightning: And that is because he has no talent.

NoctaLightx: Why are you so cruel?

Lightning: Why are you so dimwitted.

NoctaLightx: Well some questions are better left unanswered. Well good night everybody and see ya next time!

Lightning: It's genetic isn't it?

NoctaLightx: Oh would you just drop it!