Episode Ignis: Ravus Act 2: Express and Oracles.
"Wedge, did you get my clothing?" Aranea said.
"Oi! It'll be uh pipe chilly, right down thi dorm to yer right."
The two trains were punching through the endless blizzard, caused by the Glacian bitter curse upon the poor, dried ecosystem. The Astral demise resort numerous deaths of Niflheim troops. Engaging through the only passage, aggressive winds and frozen particles painted the trains with white substance. Windows from every wagon crystallized as it spread.
Fortunately, each trains support wagons provide heaters to ensure the passengers' convenience. With abundant seats and lights to avert daemons from emerging, but not the outside. Although the snow emanated on the bearing window, releasing chills whoever sat close to it, of course.
The civilians gazed through the harsh, clouds of doom and gloomy darkening outside the world. It is purely difficult to spot a needle in a haystack in a fiercest storm. Though, train B was several meters ahead as train C was behind, headlights and high beam wax the right side of train B.
People murmured indoors, contemplating their next motive aftershock of Gralea. They are still uncertain about their new homes, but if there's lights to keep Daemon at bay, then it'll be a start. Children curiosity grew as they scurried through the train, seeking friends from classrooms and neighbors.
The duo trains exited Gralea, front of the train, and have snow scrapers as they pursued in extreme cold weather conditions. 17 minutes in, a trains grew steadily safe, for now.
The heroine, Aranea, exited the dorm and stepped out to change her outfit. Without caged helmet and detach accessories across her entire figure to have loose and proper trends for appropriate conditions. Her snow outfit with fluff with black and red lining leather attire, she slightly grinned. It actually feels nice not to have a leaded helmet equipment everywhere she goes.
She approached the cockpit conductor as she crossed her chest with arms. "What's the latest."
Wedge peered through the glassy but frosted window and rear view to analyze his surroundings. "Thi train up 'head, Biggs' rate us Ravus' 'side." He said in a strong accent.
"Comms, interface with the other," Aranea instructed.
Wedge quickly proceeded to flip the switch by her demand. The radio buzzed, statics, and a faint voice can be heard from the other side. "'Ello?"
Wedge immediately depressed the button. As he was about to speak in a unique accent, Aranea rises and curves her body to the microphone. "Biggs, link me with that dude beside you." Aranea directed her other subordinate.
"Lady A! -bzz- Rav-bzz-, my -buzz- 'er -bzz-"
Aranea snarled in annoyance, straightening her back. Wedge began flipping the switch and resetting the system. He releases the hold to talk button and explains the situation.
"Lady A, yer trains, two of 'em, took quite a beatin'. It may damage thi inside, but yer ol' it can run."
Aranea snorted and noted. It is better than no ignition to run the engine. Without functional train to pack residents, the commanders probably abandoned half the population to the hands of plasmaodium malariae for one train. It took a beating as she defended two trains at once was an unfair task, but Ravus said otherwise. She pulls out her phone from her conceal pocket inside of her coat and dials Ravus' number. Punching the screen with her thumb lightly, the phone dialing the call. Processing. Eventually, it went through as Ravus spoke from the other side.
"Yes?"
"My units explained to me that our trains can't take any more hits. We need to protect as it goes."
"I'm aware that the integrity will not last. I will ascend above the wagon in fashion to eradicate anything that stands in our way. It deem dangerous, do not slip." Ravus calmly announced his end as Aranea exited the cockpit and middle of the wagon and the main source of the train. It was excellent transportation to support multiple wagons than disassemble several if a burden and invaded by daemons. Luckily, the troopers stationed in their post on the last wagon.
"Aww, I appreciate your concern, but reminder I was a third rank, so stop with the worrying." Aranea teased, but indignation hinges on certain wording.
Behind the call, Ravus didn't reply, staying muted as the train could be heard on his end. Aranea pressed the button to open the door as she entered the first wagon. Passing through concerned voices and glares she received. Ignoring all the residents and proceeding to enter the second part of the wagon. She can hear Ravus repeat her actions through the phone by sliding the door and slip through one wagon.
Until her movement came to a halt as she spotted a Snaga climbing on the window, disgusting purple skinned creature with hideous eyes glaring back to the family, scaring and jumping off their seats immediately. They screamed in fear, excusing themselves a fearful approach from harm's way as Aranea growled under her closed mouth.
"What's going on?" Ravus voice was concerned as he heard
Aranea examined her phone. "That's our cue to go, now." she said and hung up, stuffing her phone back to her inventory and hustling to the end of the second wagon.
On the other side, Ravus gives an assurance the situation and sprinted at the end of the wagon. People noticed the long hideous nails reaching the window, attempting to claw its way inside. There was one on the left. No, two. Four. Roughly six total. People began to rise from their seats and slightly blocked Ravus crossing.
So Ravus thread the needle through the barricade of civilians. He swerve and pressed the button for the door to open. A small gap, there were sliding doors to leave the train and ladders to the top. As the door closed behind him, and noticed Aranea hung up without informing the Oracle. He stored his phone and scanned the latch. It seems that turning the handle should do the trick to release an emergency exit.
Just before he grasped his hand on the ladder, he felt an ominous atmosphere intensified. A slight breeze kicked inside the sealed room was unsettling. Hair rising on the back of his head, he turned in the direction he was sensing. A person who stood at his presence, an elegant lady, motionless, well known loyal to his sister, and eyes pierced to his very soul.
"Gentiana."
Meeting Gentiana in person after her long absence during the upheaval Tidemother, Ravus had many words to say about the event taken place. An emotion running within of relief, joy, but also regret and fear. The prince always instructed the Messenger to protect his sister rather than himself. As a priority, he could careless if he's dead.
There, she stood, silently judging the man—blood of the Oracle. Icy gaze penetrating his own odd colored eyes. For the first time, he ever witnessed Gentiana not respond to her initial. The air became tangible with negative pressure burdening his core, growing goosebumps tingling throughout his right arm and neck.
Something isn't right. The Messenger of Astrals and humanity, her loyalty to the Oracle has...changed. Gentian has always been on her side since birth. He pondered deeply—where was her attendance with Lunafreya? Relevant urgent business that requires her account or guiding Noctis over her? Did she fail to save his sister?
Or perhaps... someone or something averted to do her degree. The Messenger freedom of choice.
Well, no matter what was done in the past, there is nothing Ravus could process in his head with alternative solutions that play out. Despite dolorous and painful experiences, the loss of his beloved sister, Gentiana, was only one left. In his thought, he was extremely glad that Gentiana was safe. Yet, her wide eyes stiffened glare of death make Ravus feel uncertainty. Rather, he should ask about her appearance and goals at dire needs. A dreadful silence for 15 seconds until Ravus initiated with meaningful and sincere tone to the dissatisfied lady.
"I'm sorry," Ravus subdued his speech, after thinking multiple ways he could serve his thought into one simple dialogue. He paused briefly for 7 seconds and resumed, squeezing his grip tighter on the handle. Meeting eye contact with Gentiana with woebegone look. "I failed to save my dearest sister. Though I understand your frustration to lose Lunafreya—the beloved of humanity. I wish for your beg-pardon, and I will suffer my actions and atone to now support the King until I'm dead. Humanity is at risk of darkness if I linger further."
He turns back to the ladder once more and pauses as he said, leaving off a note to the avatar. Ravus refused to meet her vicious gaze and despondent, reflecting his own consideration to even support Gralea. He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Please remain here. Vermin has caused many fright in freight among passengers. It is too dangerous for you."
He was on point to focus his task with lives in danger. Ravus scaled the ladder, one step on the bar, and grabbed at each poles, reaching the top. His free hand, he grabbed the handle and slid forcefully to pry the stubborn exit roof. Receiving piles of snow and harsh wind topping his hair and a bitter frost welcoming. He rose to his feet, slippery at start because the roof slope, and tread carefully through a blanket of snow. The outside was pitched darkness—gruesome winds, and chill frostbite began to grow and crystallized on Ravus' eyelashes and eyebrows. He sprinted across the dangerous environment and pulled out his Alba Leonis.
From the distance, he detected Snagas, three to be precise, and sharpened his blade with powerful thunder to enhance strength. Three Snagas senses hostile and dragging itself to the man in white Imperial rank. The first move was Ravus as he slashed purple skinned daemon with one swing. Eradicating one at ease, the other two came in a duo to launch itself. One leaped, hissing and snarling, claws stretched out to pounce the man. His flexibility and senses were no match as Ravus side stepped, and uppercut the daemon.
"Power of the storm surges through my blade!"
The disfigured daemon fell off the train and faded into powder. The other daemon leaped as Ravus was left out an opening, but of course, the man was quick. He grabbed the last Snaga by the neck with his mechanical arm. It squirmed, hissing, scratching Ravus metallic arm as it attempted to fight, but no avail. Yellowish eyes glared back at the man in the dark as Ravus remained neutral. He hurled the daemon off the roof. It screamed, slowly diminishing as the train traveled at moderate speed.
His attention was transfixed ahead and spotted Uttu crawling and hitting the window on the left. He sprinted, channeling his lightning on his left and aiming towards the lethal daemon. His average agility ignored the possibility of slipping and falling off the train and didn't nail his head. He was focused on the daemon more than his own safety. The energy electric intensified and unleashed electricity from his hand at a straight line to the daemon. It hissed, feeling excruciating shock of its life, burning and crawling to meet the foe rather than smashing the window. It also releases electric balls from its body to Ravus. The Oracle ignored the ball by weaving through and slashing the daemon. Cutting off its front legs and beheaded the daemon. The body fell unceremoniously to the train road, and Ravus made no haste, but onward.
On his right, he viewed another Uttu trying to break the window on Train C. The Oracle raised his left arm, channeling his power to a ball. The thunder he created illumine briefly and almost unleashed his phenomenal electricity. But he halted his attack because the monster was replaced by Aranea unique arts: dragoon dive, to the monster it stood. Now evaporating into nothingness, Aranea regained her stance and analyzed the Oracle position.
"Gonna stand and look pretty or do something productive?" Aranea retorted as her hair is probably fluff by snow.
Ravus subside his electric power by lowering his mechanical arm. "I ought to least expect your arrival as we must prepare both ends of our trains." He said aloud. The extreme winds were harsh than before.
"Want me to handle the back? Cause you got a spider problem on three now." Aranea suggested, stomping her foot on her spear to enhance the Magitek power source in the tip.
Ravus nodded but paused and flung his gaze behind that she was definitely right. Two Uttus appeared and hissing where Ravus came from. His muscles tensed, but Aranea voice of clarification that she had taken his proposal. Aranea hustled, leaving Ravus observing the lass. While watching the ex Mercenary raced against time, Snagas emerges from wagon two. Both trains. Which is dangerous if more in numbers. Ravus enhanced his faded blade from his power to regain its strength. Flickering his blade to his mechanical arm, he summoned a ball of dark purple electricity and rapier to swing his train, taking down four Snagas. While his mechanical arm released pulsing electricity to Train C.
Unleashing wave after wave, Ravus slashed every Snagas from existence. Using his rapier and his mechanical arm to flatten a group on Train C. Focusing his line as the other crept in small numbers, leaning down to meet the terrifying citizens. At his disposal, the strong lightning hurtled towards the gathering. Resulting three evaporated because of chain linked coursing nearby with additional boost of dampness.
After Ravus eliminated the Snagas on both trains, he directed himself to view the nose of the train. Though, train B got an early start. The snow was thick on rail road, leading to Tenebrae.
From the distance, despite the darkness overlaying the environment, full knowledge of the history where Grave of the Glacian purchase to a close with her life. His current destination is Ghorovas Rift.
As he recalled his childhood, Niflheim slain the Astrals with Solheim technology: The God Slayer. Her goal was to save Ifrit from its clutches, and she had failed miserably. But a curse upon her demise was the entire army of Niflheim. How he understood the Astrals cared for each other. Stories have told that the Ifrit shows and shares humanity with his power he entrusted to use and enhance future untold. The Glacian icy heart melted as the Inferian adored with his compassion on humanity.
But it lingers in the back of his thought of why one individual turned against the Astral and existed the war. Who caused the war and collapsed of ancient civilians? The Pyreburner was the betrayer as he was imprinted one. A person betrayed the Astrals and caused the life of others and the beginning of plasmodium malariae?
The Oracle studied the Cosmogony because of his sister. The Astrals was to protect the star against the tyrant—but how is one mortal life caused by havoc among gods. Pondering why the goal of one human against the Astrals influences others to collaborate. Now, a new threat, Ardyn Lucis Caelum, an Usher, has a vendetta for his line. Due to knowledge of the king and queen past, the Astral sided with Noctis because he was destined a chosen King to vanquish darkness upon the star. Only Ifrit was against humanity. He felt something was amiss—the war was instigated by something or someone with no name.
His thought he was snapped out of melancholy as he noticed two Snagas was in front of him and raised his weapon. Those fiend attempting to enter the conductor cockpit. Tackling its body to the window ruthlessly until the window begins to give out a small crack. Biggs use windshield wipes to knock off the Snaga as the second crawls around the top to find an entrance. But Ravus dispelled the creature before its plan was thwarted by colliding his blade to sweep the daemon off.
"Yer disgustin' outta my way!" Biggs yelled as the purple tiny menace hissed, grasping the wipers and pulling it out. Annoying the creature with little or no purpose of defensive tool—only for weather conditions, it headbutt the window, resulting in a larger crack on the left.
The Oracle rose to the top, heavy metal footsteps above the roof and kicked the last menace off the train. The menace screamed, faded into the perpetual storm. Out of nowhere, the conductor pulled the break abruptly, resulting in Ravus losing his bearing and slipping off the train to the left. The man uses his metallic claw to slam into the side and created a hole. Using his upper body strength, he positioned himself from the moving tracks before he would meet the concrete rail road. Ravus' mind didn't get a second to comprehend the sudden halt when they should assist civilians out of night.
The high commander sheathed his Alba Leonis and grasped the hole he punctured with his right hand. He peered through the rear view mirror to reassure Biggs in a life-threatening situation. To the refute, he was fine. Perfectly unscathed. Although his face says otherwise. Biggs was stiffened in horror and viewed Biggs pulling the walkie-talkie close to his lips.
"What is the matter?" Ravus finally spoke up loudly and tapped the window.
"Daemon vast approachin'! Big and menace!" Biggs said urgently and pressed the button on the walkie. "Oi, remain calm, yer' valuable customers, we hit uh blockage. Remain in yer' seats till thi problem resolved!"
Ravus loosened his grip and balanced himself to survey the daemon in front of train B. Train C was rising close by at high speed, and he rose to the scene.
The daemon was large. An eerie daemon that has bulky bone and giant talons. Moss colored deep disgusting eyes can release a strong beam of light that easily minced its prey where it stood.
The Deathclaw.
The force of its ability to launch the beam of light can dissever the train in four pieces. And Ravus silently stood while train headlights casting his shadow on the abomination. Raising his Alba defensively, slipping into his stance for rush of nature daemon allotted before any circumstances.
The second train passed by, the wind picked up harshly and showed shoving aside to pile above his metallic boots. Seeing people in train C leer through the window in fear, strong lights illuminated in short duration. The light windows steadfast across, and Aranea was above the third wagon, viewing Train B hitting its break abruptly and deciding to call her subordinates. She pulled out her cell phone device and dialed Biggs. The phone buzzed and once and picked up.
"What's the problem, Biggs? Why did your train stop?" Aranea yelled in her phone.
"Daemon! 'Er massive one!"
Her train passed by to spot Ravus in front for protection. She raised her weapon but didn't budge. In a dire situation, two trains need to escort to a safe sanctuary. She would support and eliminate the daemon was her job, but the downfall was train C and Wedge in the dangerous night.
Catching the view on both commanders' eye exchanges, Ravus screamed through the raging train engine to the passing by train and informed Aranea as it grew distance due to her moving train without break.
"Go! Take care of them!" Ravus screamed from the top of his lungs.
Aranea come to a halt—the high commander voice swerved its way to their desired objective instead. The ideal solution is quite elaborated for Aranea not to lend support. His voice became faint as the train speed remained untouched. Without a doubt, she nodded for affirmation. Ravus can afford to take care of himself. Her side of the train sped off, leaving train B to the last Oracle, and C was out of existence as it escaped from hellish nightmare, heading to Tenebreae with Aranea support.
Now, to the main issue for Ravus, the train was blocked by Deathclaw. Due to its destruction of nature, the large daemon lunged its appendage towards Ravus. Vigilantly held his hilt of the blade and metallic arm on the sharpened tip to deflect the incoming attack. A strong clang, sparkling flint, and steel. The talon was unbelievably strong, homing at Ravus brim to his cheek. The phantom strings were controlled by its command, which is troublesome. The high commander heaved the bone-like projectile and altered its course to the left.
Slightly breathing heavily, his stance was forcing his motion a few inches back as the snow evidentially revealed insane potent force from the vile creature assault. The humongous daemon yellow eyes darted to the living human dared to wish his quick and easy death. Ravus examined the situation as a disadvantage. The blizzard harsh winds and snow, Deathclaw can visually see in the dark, making Ravus a limited amount of combat with headlights only light source.
"Fowl daemon, now perish by the last Oracle!" Ravus taunted, his left arm channeling purple electric ball, his face vexed, and his muscle tightened with adrenaline.
The talon retracted to its owner and snarled with a mighty roar—hurling its multiple limbs circling around the creature for either attack or defensive action. Deciphering the best possible to put a dent on devilish killing monster, it is deemed "death" by dossier. A team of experience hunter or Lucis are capable of taking down a daemon like this.
So Ravus raced off, heading to his right, charging his metallic arm with electric and targeted the being. The lightning traverses to the magnificent blink of an eye as he sprinting to attract the daemon attention. Risking his life to preclude the daemon away from the train and innocent with his.
In success, the daemon took the bait and march its way to Ravus. Positioning its multiple appendages above and beam of red lights begin to swing towards Ravus. The man dodged the attack by side stepped to an opening gap. The daemon exposes an opening, and Ravus begins charging with dull Alba. Recognition the talon was able to utilize its own, he looked back and noticed the beam of light change positions. The laser that possibly split a 10-story building in two was horizontal, heading in sonic speed.
The Oracle launched himself with high jump and evaded the laser on time. The menace regained its movement, and 4-legged stomped to Ravus in the blizzard night. Rocket its talon to the man in the sky, Ravus agility and course of intense winds directed his movement. He landed safely to the right rail, casting his blade again with power of the storm.
The daemon was in close combat and began flurry attacks. Ravus deflected its several barrage of talons as fledgling fencing. He swung his blade, slicing the rough shell, barely leaving a scratch. He cleaved the cavity of its body, but resulting less effective as it bounced off, and Ravus retreated his attack to defense as Deathclaw used its giant claws and circled around it.
Ravus hopped behind the creature and performed from his artificial arm: Last Rite, releasing area of range Thunder elemental mastery. Slamming his left fake arm to the ground, unleashing a bulk amount of energy, flinching Deathclaw. But only a mere second. Of course, it jerked its tail barbarously and made contact with Ravus, causing the Oracle to fly a few meters into the railing. Leaning slightly and absorbing the awareness of plummeting darkness over the railing may be his funeral.
The extreme cursed blizzard storming; Deathclaw crept closely. Yellow demonic eyes glowed, hissing and roared in the harsh winds. Harming its tail triggered the daemon as it didn't appreciate his assault and damaged tail.
He propelled himself, sharpening his blade with enchantment, ignoring the impact to the frozen railing on his back. He regained his stance and punched the ground with his artificial arm, sending waves of thunder elemental to Deathclaw. Throwing its guard, Ravus enhances his unique skill: Octoslash. In instant, he dashed to Deathclaw and unleashed enchanted masamune swings that engulfed the entire feature of the abomination.
As Deathclaw took the hits from Ravus, it began charging its laser from its talon. Centering to the horrifying bone monster, circling its talon into one cannon, and it begins to expand red glow energy. Glaring with hatred to Ravus, the Oracle knew if he stalled longer, he'll get caught in its scaled through the snow hurriedly. In the core of its laser, he would likely be crushed and melted into ashes. He tried to analyze its pattern.
But it was too late.
Ravus held his Alba and artificial arm to the massive focus laser. He made an X to protect his face and chest from the cannon blast. Using all his strength that his Alba can afford, with moderate power from his left, he shielded the strong laser and combine his artificial arm power. Ravus gasped, his clothes searing from the laser, charred and evaporating his imperial long cloak. The laser made its way to his bear skin, dry ice sensation of unpleasant burns. The mass amount of laser pushes Ravus back. He lost his footing, and he was sent flying several meters and crashing into the snow on his left side.
His artificial arm was failing. A couple of parts went missing or melted from the laser. He was unable to leverage himself as his weight was on top of his false arm. He felt drained, exhausted, battered, and defeated. He tried to gasp a breath, but he was inhaling stuttering breaths mixed of pain and chilly air. His left eye buried in the snow as his right barely visible Deathclaw roaring its victory. The humongous daemon turned around and locked on to fresh boarded humans in the brightness of headlights direction.
He lost. He truly loses his ambition to protect the lives within his final grasp, now in death toll upon his failure. He will die in the gruesome blizzard alone. He raised his right arm slowly, reaching to Deathclaw marching its way to the train. His bleary-eyed noticed the headlight magnified his clarity as it fogged his entire world of view.
His face loosened with grief, clenching his teeth with the remaining strength he had left. Stretching out his good arm to the daemon, crawling close to the train. From the distance, either the screams of Gralean fear muffled because of an intense storm or his conscious he tried to sustain the ongoing tragic event beginning to fade. His arm dropped to the snow, breathing decelerate, knowing he would be unconscious and vulnerable in darkness where daemons emerge whatever to its liking.
His erratic breathing softened, and the wave of numbness traveled across his body. He would rather shut his eyes and end his misery without hearing the agonizing screams of Gralean residents.
Until something caught his blurry vision swept by. His peripheral fuzzy right eye spotted a black veil crossing by. The steps were quiet; a figure approaches and came to a halt, defending Ravus as the mysterious person stood in front. The shadow of the figure cast on him by the train headlights. Deathclaw roared, and its attention was transfixed to the formidable hunter or anomaly.
And so, Ravus blinked. He blinked to identify the mysterious person.
Instead of ruthless blizzard and daemon alike in one dreadful night to glimpse a grassy patch. The persistent storm was replaced by evergreens and lively, tranquil field with Sylleblossoms swaying gently. As it wigwag to Ravus, a warm greeting. He felt warm, safe, and alerted—sprouted from his position and arch his back, now sitting in grassy terrain. He examined a few meters around him, left, right and straight. The sheer blizzard wasn't interfering with him as it was replaced by soft winds and burgeoning sunset reflecting the field... or was it just the worst dream after all.
The atmosphere was tangible to feel like home. The breeze was delightful and the evening bloom the vast grass radiantly. He had forgotten why he was here. He occasionally enjoy wandering around the field or nap on, assuming he had awoken from a horrible nightmare. As a young kid, he spent time roaming around Sylleblossom with his sister, who loved the flowers exclusively grown in Tenebrae. The sense of relief and home alleviating his stressful spirit.
His sense was dull at the start. The calm nature soothed his soul momentarily. Reeling his back straight, dumbfounded why his purpose leisurely at this evening. After strolling three steps ahead, he realized Tenebrae wasn't in a natural spot. The more he looked deeply, the more his senses were beginning to return. He contemplated his surroundings and readjusted his own thoughts. It grew sharper, and his home structure was off.
He glanced both his arms. His left—fleshy, long sleeved of his Imperial, covert his bare arm and untouched. He could've sworn his left arm was an artificial metallic arm. Somehow, his left arm he can interact, clenching to a fist. Nerves correspond to his muscle brain movement command. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was he napping on the field the entire time?
From the floating building, bridges linking across another levitating island, he was perplexed because of the unusual beyond unnatural. Supposedly surrounded by vast greens and valley with magical waterfall that produce from the higher ground. The Oracle brings life, which greens of mother nature enveloped the high mountains.
He examined his left arm again. Squinting his eyes and focal point of important equipment he bear on his foolishness. By concentrating hard, he senses an oversight of flashing images that lasted a short span of time.
There was...rain. A debris of what was left of the city. A white bloodied dress. Sheer perpetual blizzard. Large creature. Moving trains. And lastly, the man with a disgusting sneer.
Then it hit him.
Ravus rasped for air in realization. His eyes widen—vivid flashed before his sore eyes, an image of an artificial arm crafted by Niflheim. Positively, this fabrication of reality was in his head. He glanced swiftly, scanning his surroundings again. After that, his muscles relaxed. There is a reason why he is currently here rather than the chaos he overcame.
He was lying in the snow, raw skin as ice rubbed and pressed onto searing his exposed flesh. Tolerating two types of burns made by a strong monster—guaranteed third-degree burn and dry ice combined. Left to rot in the train tracks. In conclusion, he was healing his heart and mind that he's already dead.
He strolls slowly from the (apparition or afterlife of peace and mind for every passing Fleuret terrain) ground, standing tall and contemplating the strange domain. Beautiful sylleblossom habitats only on Tenebrae and Fleuret symbolize the gifted bloodline. Feeling tensed, he accepted his sentence as he sealed his eyelids shut. Submitting his consciousness, his sixth sense rose, tingling traversed his nerves as he felt someone was behind him. He spun his body in the direction. His eyes widen, gaping mouth briefly. His emotions kicked in high gear of joy and pain. Someone who presented itself was the reason he built a strong relationship when she was born.
"Lunafreya!" Ravus screamed.
Lunafreya was stilled, unnerved by his presence, and expressed no emotion upon meeting him here. Her Tenebrae outfit, the formal appearance for going out or her favorite attire, her both hands clasped together, resting on her abdomen. Her petite smile, glowing with warmth and appeasing grin that brightened and cured anyone enduring a dreadful life. Her blonde hair braided into a bun. She didn't reply to Ravus astounding voice.
Ravus has thousands to describe in one simple speech, but he didn't know where to begin. The high commander achievements and promises; the change for Fleuret future because of Lunafreya death has an impact for the star. The guide and support the future King. He was unable to input his thoughts because he was eager to be reunited with his sibling.
"Sister..." Ravus began, teeter his way, extending his left arm. As he stretched out his arm, he realized his real left arm was replaced by an artificial arm once more. He paused his footing. His eyes are attached to his mechanic arm.
An illusion? Ravus thought.
He glanced to his precious sister, encountering Luna in the same space. She was unfazed since they met. His eyes darted to her, hustling in her direction without a doubt. Ravus wanted to support her in the afterlife.
Ravus began running. He is running to embrace a hug to his younger sister. Stepping in the grassy field and avoiding sylleblossom along his path. He tread across to reach for her, extending his right arm, pleading her name. The relief on his face transitioned to confound because Luna, she was inaccessibility for Ravus. Her silhouette was floating farther away as Ravus speed accelerated.
"Please!" He yelled.
Luna was beyond his reach due to circumstances; not permitting the sibling to reunite. His breathing begins to exhaust, his body worn out from long excessive run. He kept pleading. He was begging for his sister name, but she was growing in distance the further he tried to save her. Ravus huffed, ejecting his lungs with consistent usage of his vitality. Reaching out his right arm that he nearly lost balance.
And he collapses. His knees buckled to the grass and sylleblossom. Both hands propelled him, his head tilted, meeting the ground. He was breathing heavily, the burden he endured and failed to protect the one he loved. Staring at the beautiful nature, his tears begin to form under his eyelids.
"I'm sorry..." He muttered. "I'm truly sorry. I should have listened. I should've been there for you."
Ravus was woeful as he continued. Clutching piles of patchy grass and frowned deeply. Clutching his mechanical arm, grinding of metal screeching. "I wanted you to have a happy life; a life to choose freely than the prophecy."
Both of his hands curled to the ball of fists. Grabbing patches of grass and bent a sylleblossom stem. He resigned and exhaled with deep breath. With hope and pleading, he said. "I...am ashamed... to be as your older brother."
There was silence for 15 seconds after Ravus proposed a series of actions. Whether he's alive or not, the fabrication of reality is either real or a dream. He yearn for his life for her. Lunafreya, who didn't reply to him, she grew close. In mere seconds, she took gentle steps to Ravus posing on the ground in defeat. To the extent that she stood to Ravus view where he caught her lovely elegant heels to him, but Ravus refused to lift his head.
Ravus heart sank, puncturing a hole into his already beating organ. His breathing became difficult to control as he felt his entire chest getting crushed with anxiety and suffering. He couldn't live without her. His only sibling left of Fleuret bloodline; the lone survivor was him. He grew up with her. Her kindness and smile shine the everlasting darkness. Ravus was a kind prince as a kid because of her.
Ravus attempts to conceal his expression despite his true feelings unraveling in front of her and spills his burdens and words he didn't have a moment to spare. Sylleblossoms are beginning to sprinkle from above out of nowhere. The flowerbeds were intact, winds receding that it wasn't the cause of the soft blue petals dancing. One petal fell, cascading wildly and landed on top of Ravus' right knuckle. The petal evaporated into a droplet of water, resembling Luna already teary eyes.
Luna went to her knees towards Ravus' prone body, she release her grip and held Ravus by his head. Gently elevating to her gorgeous blue eyes by both hands, she positioned his jaw toward her. Ravus, his odd colored purple and blue eyes, met with Luna transparent tears falling on her cheek.
"Dearest Ravus," Luna initiated, her soothing and sincere voice of a goddess. The voice that Ravus will never forget. "I am truly blessed to have you as my brother. As you did more than I can ever imagine."
He isn't happy of himself. He failed Lunafreya. His breaths became choppy, chest rising and falling hastily. Lunafreya forgives his ignorance. Her tear fell to the sylleblossom.
He failed to save her. His pettiness causes his actions aiding Niflheim for revenge instead of supporting Luna.
Lunafreya smiled upon him. Tears of unnamed characteristics she already defined have been explained by her body language. Her gestures reveal the happiness of Ravus heroic deeds and the dedication of his decision.
"You have made me proud." Lunafreya appeasing tone to assure her brother extremely stressed expression.
Ravus couldn't contain himself. He tried to save her, his stubbornness, and directing the Imperials to flee caused—
The younger sister of Fleuret leaned her forehead to Ravus, currently shaking state and sorrow of her older brother. Her healing power of luminous golden glow cures his emotional wounds. The power of the Oracle was healing him.
And so, Ravus broke.
Never in his achievement he accomplished throughout his lifetime, the only desire he aimed is to safeguard his sister and Tenebrae from tyrants and scums in Eos. He had done and spent his entire life span with the Imperials for her safety. Escorting her in safe hands to the Messenger, Gentiana, over his safety, despite the bloodline, he prioritized Lunafreya.
The high commander running tears ran down his cheek uncontrollably, rasping in sorrow, eyes tightly shut. He was praying himself to recede his feelings. Although, his emotions strike in agony. The first time, he sobs to his younger sibling embracing arms. He loved his sister—the older brother always kept her promise.
Clutching patches of grass was released, and Ravus sobs lasted for two minutes. He had never felt sorrow since the passing of Sylvia years ago. His mother was slain by the invasion. His breathing was hoarse sluggish for a small duration and began to recover. Decelerating his sorrow and tensed deliberately, the man stopped his tearing eyes and gradually opened his eyelids. Reaching his right arm to grasp Lunafreya wrist.
But Lunafreya vanished.
The hand that grasping the man head disappeared. Ravus gasped, prop in place as her spirit manifested into the golden glow of her power. Truly conspicuously where Luna was here, physically tactile with his. Lunafreya corporeal was entirely real and gratitude for her blessing. The particles scattered into the winds, leaving no traces of the princess.
The older brother was stuttering, planting both palms on the field, descending his head low as he stared at one sylleblossom, fully blossoming with petals and pollen beautifully. He maneuvered his artificial hand, gently pressing the petal and rubbing the unique texture of fiber.
"I...promise to correct my mistake, sister..."
As a male of the Oracle, he can not provide healing or any ability to aid people in Eos. But his pumping blood of ancestors from millennia remains. Instead, he understood Lunafreya's joy as he accomplished that she was truly pleased.
To guide and support the True King.
Fleuret didn't budge from his spot. Contemplating and collecting himself, his only ideal was to protect people. Certainty that Lunafreya hoped for the star better future. Ravus took a deep breath, and reconsidering his new objective was to carry the torch for her behalf. Knowing helping Lucis was a major role for a start.
Losing his entire relatives from the invasion, ongoing war, and covenant for the Astrals for a price of his sister was a naught. The selfish act and his liege discarded for sour taste on Lucis. The strings he was attached as a puppet. Many lives were taken and become a second commander of the entire fleet to invade Insomnia.
He accepted his peace.
Ravus took a deep, shaky breath.
He exhaled and another steady breath. Closing his eyes and relaxed. Unwinding the series of consequences by his actions and condemn in repose alone.
The winds unexpectedly kicked in mildly, and the sylleblossom he was staring after Luna parting ways began to sway slowly from the north. Noticing the whirl picked up, he lifted his head in the direction, assuming his sister returned.
However, it wasn't his presumably thought it was accurate. It was Gentiana.
Her appearance was odd, she was a messenger sent by the Astrals. Guiding the Oracle to fulfill the line of duty for the incoming apocalypse. Though heedful that Gentiana presence in the afterlife when she was supposed to support—
He recalled their encounter in a brief period in a train. Materializes from thin air to uncloak an uncomfortable glare unexpectedly. Gentiana wisdom was not elaborated to the Oracle, but it didn't point out the reason why she appeared—he was concerned about the situation at hands.
Ravus leveraged himself, straightening his feature tall and scrutinizing the Messenger shut eyes. "Your timing is impeccable."
"But may I ask," Ravus began again. "Please inform me that the train is safe. I am aware that I have passed, I beg of you, are they safe?"
Gentiana presence was pure silencing. Her hands clasped together, resting on her abdomen. The wind shows no motion on her elegant attire or fine black hair of hers. Of course, she was quiet like Luna, the answer to anticipate the high commander bearing to know the outcome.
"Yes." She answered, nod once to the Oracle query.
Ravus muscle was relieved to hear the good news. He recalled being taken down by Deathclaw, and a person appeared, rather familiar. Aware of Lucis proud color is black. It is certainty she was on a train, now presenting herself to Ravus here in the afterlife to send a message. Happily to learn the mortal lives were saved by a mysterious person in black. He claimed the info from her arrival.
He held his right palm to his chest. He was thankful whoever was the figure in black took his position before his passing. "My thanks, Gentiana, I—"
"The bloodline of the Oracle should have concluded." Gentiana interrupted. "I was here to behead the Oracle."
The unexpected information caught Ravus off guard. The first person that he knows as a youth side with Lunafreya since the early days, the loyalty of Fleuret liege, is...attempting to assassinate him? His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped slightly, completely petrified to hear the dire factor from Gentiana.
As silence spoke in volume, he was aware that she appeared on the train to end him where he stood. The heavy death glare was wildly unusual for Gentiana, as he analyzed her eyes shut often. Ravus didn't attempt to resist. Instead, he conceded her appeal that he's already dead. Although his curiosity grew as to why she had one goal and failed.
"Why, this isn't your behavior from what I have known you." Ravus said. His temper was calm, but he felt an ominous atmosphere intensified.
"I apologize." Gentiana lowly said, bowing slightly.
Ravus raised a brow in confusion. "Why are you apologizing? Please, I must know. Why are you doing this?" Ravus voice was demanding and aghast.
Gentiana was vacillate the man questioning. The avatar spoiled her operation to obliterate the Oracle evidently without hesitation. She have spoken her grounds in honesty. The winds retained as Ravus examined the Messenger. Gentiana cracked her eyelids halfway open to the prince of Tenebrae.
Finally, Gentiana said in a soft tone where no one could hear her. Exposing out of her character and scandalize the Oracle with bloody revolt. "The Great One wants your head."
"The Great One? Who or what fiend would force you to make your hands bloody for ones' bidding—"
He was completely flummoxed in place. In mid sentence, he collaborated the intelligence together as he was fully aware of events. Be as it may, Gentiana is the Messenger of Astrals to support the King and purge the darkness. Understanding Ifrit, his hatred of humanity was either perish or controlled by another influence. He realized the truth was a true terror. If one isn't enough to despise humanity, it was a shadow among gods.
"An Astral?"
Gentiana didn't flinch when Ravus unfolded the resource he gathered. Ravus was appalled because Lunafreya goal was to covenant the Astral. Supposed to forge a pact for the True King and purge the scourge. The malevolent audacity to hid and impelled the Messenger its work was maleficent deity.
"Dear Astrals, and I thought they are the one's guiding Prince Noctis to—" He paused again.
He was shocked. Stupefy the fact that he witnessed the consequential matter. If a Deity directed Gentiana to annihilate Ravus at the spot in the train by its plan...
The realization occurred that Noctis was led to fulfill his duty. Since the events did not correspond to its precise summary, then one of the Astral was leading Noctis a trap. The release of the Adagium was part of the astral schemes. He was truly disturbed. The Astrals were born in the star before humanity coexist with Gods and men.
So Ravus eyes widen on Gentiana stilled pose. "Now I see." He hissed, clenching both fists. The true statement of another one of the Astral was against humanity.
"And what good am I use for since I'm already dead, Lady Gentiana. I can not undo what I have done. I need to warn Lucis, but I am cease to exist in the mortal realms." Ravus announced, gesturing his arm as disposed of trash, distressed voice hindered of revalation.
Gentiana eyes wide to the Oracle and study the prince. His determination to protect Lucis from the dangerous road ahead of them. Saving humanity was his choice. Gentiana adore the siblings fond of feeble mortals and yet loving and kindness to people. Squeezing her clasp hand tightly and she released her grip to hold out her arms to present his weapon: Alba Leonis. Summoning the weapon in air and floating on her hands. She wrapped her choice as she approached slowly.
"I heed your call, blood of the Oracle. But your soul exists in the star. As you, a promise I amends of the passing Oracle, I vowed to keep you safe."
Ravus flung his direction to the holster on his right hip. It was empty and missing an owner. So Ravus approached as Gentiana came to a halt at a few feet ahead, presenting his signature weapon. He gladly accepted by grasping the hilt of his weapon and leer to the Messenger bemused expression. Sheathed his Alba Leonis and blinked.
"I'm alive?"
Gentiana lowered her stationed arms after Ravus obtained his weapon to its rightful owner and nodded. Out of nowhere, without permission of Ravus to reveal herself as the winds and snow surround the Messenger gracefully. Transforming her pale skin and attire to a sequence where she was swallowed whole into a new style. She levitated from the ground, and Ravus shunned his eyes briefly.
After the transformation faded, he saw a whole new person—an entire body of her was from the oldest and unique design of the Glacian. The Glacian drone to Ravus' stunned agape in awed.
"You're the Frostbearer?" Ravus spoke up in disbelief.
"The blessed Oracle discovered me as a young princess." The Glacian began. "As I adore the humanity of the Oracle family has touched me. Blood of the Oracle shows the affinity of human nature—the compassion and unbroken love."
"As the blessed one forge a covenant at age thirteen, she, who tread into the path of destiny. The Astral promise shall be granted..." Shiva trailed off, eyeing the Oracle who managed to surpass his calling.
Ravus was fazed on Gentiana reveal. He didn't pester to continue, naturally, he was highly respected by the Glacian, who was proven to be on their side. The Glacian tilted her head. "The blessed one, chosen a new path for the adversary. The fate of the chosen was averted, and survivor of the Oracle lived."
Ravus blinked once. The silence was filled with whispering wind. He was nonplus of her wisdom. Puzzled about how he survived, of course he did. He was spared, and Gentiana message was sent to him.
"Question," Ravus initiated.
"Yes, blood of the Oracle." Shiva floated closely to Ravus.
"Please refer your word 'averted' to what crisis as it was forestalled?"
The Glacian cock her head slightly. Analyzing the Oracle and the domain carefully. Cautiously surveying her surrounding for the Great One to lurk without consent. She looked perturb in the realm, but it was transparent that she whispered. "The end of our star as we know."
Assuming Noctis is the key to the future, yet he was not able to understand her cryptic. Knowing Noctis was in the Crystal of Light, the only option left for Fleuret was to save civilians to prepare the darkness. Although, the lone Astral he had in mind that nearly forced Gentiana to comply for its purpose was prevented.
His eyes shot a serious face as he got one bear in mind. "Where were you during the Tidemother awakening?"
The Glacian quieted. The wisdom of the goddess was silent for the first time. He knew Gentiana always glued to Lunafreya side, causing Ravus to resume in a menacing tone. "You supposed to protect Lunafreya. The Astrals, you guide us, we listened, we—"
His face shows a hostile of anger. Realizing that Ardyn Lucis Caelum mere existence. Her reason to appear, and Ravus pieces the vile clues in one unforgettable callous event. "The 'Great One' tried to eliminate me. You..." He turned to Shiva aggressively, rising his tone further. "Let us sacrifice all for a false god. We all suffer the loss of our loved ones. My sister... died! And you...perish by the calling you abide. What pertinacious you worked to lose your physical for—"
Ravus uncharitable remark, both knees buckled to the silt and blooming sylleblossom. Head low, face twitched tactlessly as he gruff to himself. He recalled a blonde kid mentioned inexorable lesson. "... beyond our control."
Ravus' emotion was redeemed to the Glacian in frustration and hatred. Which Shiva will not blame him for that he is correct. Shiva closed her eyes, mourning the prince dealt pain and heartbroken. The Glacian icy heart thickened. She opened her eyes, and tears ran down her flat cheekbone. Fleuret avoided eye contact any further to her and stared at the grass. He couldn't tolerate any more hits of truth lay on the plate of his. And so, the Glacian mouthed three words escape her cold, chilly lips.
"The Bladekeeper." The goddess spoke of the true culprit.
The Glacian rise to Ravus gently rests her freezing hand on his right shoulder. The urge of Fleuret wanted to shrug off the Astral support. But he didn't. He remained stationary and chose to inarticulate further.
The Glacian released her gentle grasp and backed out a few feet behind. She blinked a couple of times and clasp her hands together for assurance.
"Humanity are strange creatures. Their compassion, ambition... their promises. The campaign will begin." Shiva murmured as she declared secretly.
Fleuret growled, splenetic in response. He failed to detect the last sentence from the Glacian abrasively. He was circumspection of the Astral; the divine want to end the bloodline of the Oracle. The last and only person he trusted, he took into consideration in silence.
"Seek out the adversary—who alternates the world and destiny. The answer lies within the knowledge who opposes the fate of the chosen." The Glacian explained.
"Who am I seeking, goddess of ice." Ravus asked, adamant to meet the Astral gaze wisdom. There were questions bear in mind that he would inquire about the Astral clues and their goals. Especially his sister well-being and the Glacian new role. But Ravus didn't speak up and noticed the wind picked up drastically.
There were faint incessant cries in the wind. Whispers of distressed voice lingered, and Ravus detected civilians imploring voices of his initial and title. The crying voices lengthened in volume as the domain began to deteriorate. The sylleblossoms were eroding from the petal, and the sky castle of illusion Tenebrae collapsed into rubble. The sunset reflects the field dilute into the darker color of charcoal. The entire interstellar dimension was fading.
Ravus glanced left and right to discover the time-space world he was in, guaranteed he's alive, and was shocked the world began to dwindle. But the Glacian remained, who was muted and witnessed the disappearing terrain. He was unable to run. He extended his arm, pleading for her. Gentiana or Glacian was the only person left of his existence.
"Your time has ended. Onward to your new calling, prince of the Oracle. I must fulfill the passing of Oracle promise. Now, close your eyes and return to your former self." The last word of the Glacian.
The world was quickly approaching, the echo intensified, and the world distortion increased. He was sunken into an oblivion, where only left was his conscious. His face tightened. He didn't want to let go of Gentiana as well, but as an Astral, the powerful goddess was imported to support the King.
And the Glacian disperse into the darkness, leaving Ravus in the endless void. In the blink of an eye, the world encase into empty space. Digesting the last sentence of the Glacian, he closed his eyes. Inhaled a large breath. Exhaled through his nostril.
Crystal...the soul of our star...an untold story... ? ? ? echoed.
A life as we know... must be... prevailed... liberated of its cycle... seek... the truth... within it...
A crystalline figure appeared in space where Fleuret was drifting alone in darkness. It held on its grasp was Trident of the Oracle, watching as the prince obeyed the Glacian suggestion. With its free hand, it reaches out to the man. But it brisk in particles before Ravus could open his eyes as light swallow him whole.
Fleuret opened his eyes inside the dorm bunker bed of the train.
x~~~~~x
Ravus' vision blurred as he felt a glare from the lights above him. He was extremely sore throughout his body. His chest was heaving, and the blast on the chest was numb. His legs felt leaden and weakness. The headache was light, and he blinked several times to spot a man seated himself beside him with Hi-Elixir on his free hand, looking relieved to see the awaken commander.
"Alas, you're awakened." The man cheered.
Ravus eyes squinted the light, suspending the ceiling illuminating the room and the stranger nurturing him with medical treatment. Ravus felt queasy, but he ignored and tried to propel himself from the bed bunker. He used his right hand to leverage, but his left—the artificial arm was gone. His phantom left arm gone astray.
"Sir, you must rest." The man tenaciously held Ravus by resting his hand on his right shoulder, preserving the Oracle from rising further.
"Where am I?" Ravus asked, voice grating and tried to shrug off the grip from the stranger. The Gralean resident kept him in place and informed him with full acknowledgment.
"In the train, we departed forty-five minutes ago after witnesses rush outside to escort you here. Please rest and show me your right arm, I was tendering your burn injury." The man said, releasing his grip and getting a clean rag and dab with Hi-Elixir. He gestured his fingers to Ravus' charred short sleeved and exposed mostly bare arm.
Ravus was hesitant. He identified his burnt imperial clothing burned and blackened by the laser. His hair was slightly burned on tips, creating layers in aspect. His fake arm was missing, and his bare skin was fleshy blemishing red. His attire was disheveled of the daemon assault. He remembered the serious burns from Deathclaw, now rejuvenated significantly. Overall, he has a slovenly appearance. So Ravus obliged and held his right arm to consent the man tendering his burns.
The man in white coat grinned and began wrapping the long rag around the reddish exposure and tape together. After tendering his wounds, the man slides his chair to grant Ravus breathing space. The man was familiar. He could have sworn they encounter once. He scanned the bandages and went back to the stranger in white coat.
"And you are?" Ravus suspects the man.
"Ah," the man replied to the dubious Oracle, setting aside the first-aid kit and sanitizing his hands with alcohol. "You may not recall, but I am the same family you saved from the Red Giant. I am Doctor Neville, and I must owe you personally for my gratitude. If you have any questions, I would gladly answer your inquiry."
Ravus relaxed, leaning back to the bunker lower bed. Knowing he's in the safe hands of Grealean, extricated from dangerous hell on capital. Catch a sight of his holster of Alba prop beside his bed on the wall. His ears perked up to hear the train moving. Peering through the window, his perception wasn't playing mind games or tricks, the blizzard disbanded.
Neville noticed his eyes darted to the clear window from snow debris. No frost overgrown the glass window. He organized the supplies and sealed the Hi-Elixir vial. "The blizzard scattered as soon as a miracle happened."
"Elaborate the story, please." Ravus jumped in to exhort the doctor. His right arm draped on his stomach.
"Hmm, I can not explain the marvel, but I assure you that we viewed an Astral of Shiva slayed the horrifying daemon with gush of blizzard. A strange ball of light entered you from the sky above and veiled you... If that makes logical sense. The space became clear and snowed that the Shiva once cursed our lands withdrawn." Neville explained, setting aside his used elixir and shove into the first-aid kit. He delayed his dialogue to provide evidence and understand the fact that it can not be explained.
"As soon as the events cleared, the conductor asked for assistance because you were unconscious on the tracks with severe third-degree burns. We extracted you back into the train, and I immediately treated your wounds. My help was unnecessary because your injury healed substantially as time passed." The doctor ended his note as he picked up his clipboard and pen to write down Ravus document.
"It was indeed strange, the gentlemen said, the glowing light disperse as they approach, and you were... well, shedding tears as you were insensible. Perhaps the third-degree burn you had in hallowing pain resulting out of commission." The doctor factor an accurate argument, but Ravus believed it's best not into explicit detail.
Ravus was muted and analyzed the caliginous sky. The train was moving at a moderate pace through the darkness. Knowing without his sister keeping scourge at bay, perhaps the night and daemons will become aggressive and permanent. Based on the retainers of Lucis, informing the commander of Ardyn Lucis Caelum was certainly the Usher. He will expand the starscourge at his desire to cause suffering among the star. He was uncertain if Ardyn presence still roaming and how they managed to survive if Ignis wore the Ring of Legends. He assumed Ardyn is immortal and dangerous to approach. It'll be wise to contact the boys for full content when his mission is accomplished.
Resting his head on the stiff pillow, his eyes were glued to the window. Hearing the doctor perspective was settled on his absence. He was wonder struck. His dream—The Glacian and his sister presence was real. The two protected him. His sister healed him from critical injury he sustained from battle. Pondering in his thoughts, the adversary that the Glacian spoke of before departure.
He only guessed the adversary was Ignis Scientia. Not a second to spare Ravus and confirm to the Glacian before he could possibly understand the reason why his sister healed the tactician or his time spent on the domain was allotted.
The mysterious person in black who valiantly stood in front of Ravus and Daemon's battle was Gentiana. The golden glow was his sister protecting Fleuret. The two saved him.
The bigger image when he heard a voice within the realm—foreshadowing the secrets of the Crystal. He had never heard or encountered such a strange phenomenon connected between dreams and reality. Something was telepathically sending him a message.
A life as we know... must be justified? Ravus thought the apparition wise words.
"Are you well?" The doctor asked his current status. The master degree in PhD. examined his patient and slid the pen into his pocket.
Ravus turned his head and studied the doctor with one simple nodding motion. Fleuret isn't a type for conversation or validates his personal opinion into interest. Or be of importance if an individual asked, which he needs to adapt and cooperate with strangers willingly to aid him.
"I will set potions on the stand, you need to drink once every ten minutes for incredible result." The doctor said, gently place two potions on the night stand and close the kit.
Neville rose from his seat, claiming his emergency first-aid supply with him and bowed to Ravus for privacy. "I will pardon myself, rest if you must, and I will replace your bandages every hour."
"My thanks, doctor." Ravus appreciated his proffer to tender his well recovered wounds.
The doctor grabbed the handle and slid the door. Neville startled as two children rushed in inconveniently. The older brother has a blanket for the Oracle as the younger sister provides a blanket, too, but was wrapped by an object inside.
"Hey now, let the commander rest." The doctor assured his children.
"Dad, I wanted to return the man this." The younger daughter whined. The older brother gently placed the folded white blanket beside Ravus' bed and bowed in respect.
Neville glanced in the recovering commander position, who examined the children entering the compacted room, especially the younger girl. His attention turned back to his children. "Would you pardon their intrusion?"
Ravus nodded for affirmation.
"Make it quick and simple." The doctor reassured, stepping out of the room and turned to the right of the corridor.
The girl approached, embracing a hug on an object wrapped in a white towel. "Sir, I wanted to thank you again. If...you weren't there, we would have..."
"Please," Ravus intercepted the girl before it got into traumatic detail. "Do not fret. I was doing my part and protecting the innocent with my life."
The boy and girl nodded hurriedly. Eagerly accepted Ravus demeanor and the girl rose closely. Holding out a concealed object and shyly present an offering.
"We found this beside you. We knew you use this for combat back in Gralea." The boy said as he assisted his younger sister to peel off the blanket. The object seems to be punctilious on their keen sight.
It was Ravus' left artificial arm. Damaged, tattered, and slightly dissolved in heat. Disfigured and nonoperational. The insignia of purple flames merges with metal. Missing thumb, index, and pinky. The elbow ceased to exist, though the arm was beyond repair when half of the metal liquefy. The shoulder blade was missing as well.
Ravus grimaced. Discerned the gruesome battle with Deathclaw as he challenged and waged the odds of his favor. Beyond doubt, he was low prosperity to survive with weather conditions and a lack of aptitude space and affairs. Howbeit, he was fortunate when he gained advantages with celestial intervention.
The girl gently planted his arm on the small nightstand, and Ravus elevated the corner of his lips. She eyed the prince odd colored unique pupil with a benevolent smile.
"It's melted like chocolate...are you able to use it in this condition?" The older brother eyeing the disfigured arm to the Oracle.
"In a matter, no. If we arrive in Tenebrae, the facility that Imperials provide manufacturer a spare in case mine was heavily damaged." Ravus explained calmly to the duo youth. These kids are unequivocally filled with wonders.
"Tenebrae?!" The children gasped in unison as the two exchange glances with excitement. Almost left out the detail that the man is prince of Tenebrae himself. Didn't occur the young one as an audience at this particular second.
"Wow, I never went to Tenebrae! I heard it's a beautiful place with yummy dessert!" The lass shouted in joy.
"Wait," the older boy interrupted their hopes. "Does the royalty of Tenebrae permit us to live there?"
"Indeed, by all means, you are more than welcome to call home."
A/N- :O A review after 5 updates on chapter one. I appreciate the feedback very much. Yes, despite the lack of review and follow, I do not mind at all. At the beginning of 5 chapter, it was kinda sloppy because I was initially planned to make this as 5 chapter story, and that's it. Since the couple review did boost a bit, it provides a little motivation to spend more time on writing, and I decide to extend the universe.
Overall, I generally loved writing or typing the boys. The changes amaze me especially. Ardyn from good to bad. In the book, he was neutral. When Ravus was bad to good, we didn't get as much from Ravus personality. It's such a cool reflection and sad that he ended shortly. I hope this fiction extends Ravus and the chocobros further.
After Ravus act, the story will get interesting, if people cared to read.