Disclaimer: This fanfic was an old fic of mine years ago and I happened to stumble on the old chapters to find that it had been incomplete and felt really lacking with regards to content. By the time I stopped doing fanfics, the old fic was like 9 Chapters in. I might have been rusty about writing stories so I decided to remake everything back to square one. This may not be for everyone but the gist of this is basically what would happen if characters of the two franchises I hold near and dear would cross paths with each other. This doesn't only include Final Fantasy XV characters, but also from VII, VIII, X, XII, and XIII.

Please leave a review for any criticisms. It helps me improve and think about how to rework the next chapters.

Across the times; in a setting long plagued by wars, conflicts, and revolutions; 1912.

"ARGHHHH!" cried out a woman on a stretcher carried by hospital personnel.

A dawn in an August day turned rather a painful one for a woman in her 30s. Although the husband was optimistic that she'll get through it alive. Through the corridors they went to the operating room. The hospital was a large complex and it took them around 10 minutes to get to the operating room. It was slightly a harder trek through different parts of the hospital. Through stairs and different corridors.

At last, they got to the operating room.

In the room that was well lighted by the rising sun, the woman was carried onto the bed and her legs were lifted by a device that held her lower part upwards, which exposed the exit for the new-born infant. It was about 7'o clock when she was all settled in and the doctors are already operating on her. The husband watched on as he sees the agony that contained all the love for the new-born infant that was soon to come out.

"Doc, I see the head!"

"Just a little bit more Ma'am!" the Doctor said.

The woman kept pushing with all her might. As it was told in the books, a mother's love begins before a child's birth and goes through time until end, catching all the pains the child goes though. Like bearing her offspring, she feels the pain but gives life that the child will live throughout. The pain of it all is unbearable for an ordinary person, but a mother is the only person in the world that can bear it all.

The room falls silent as a bawl echoes around the room.

"It's out! It's out!"

"It's a boy!"

The baby was then tended upon by the nurses before it was given to its mother. The mother looked upon her infant with glee. The father stood before them, placing his right arm around her and kneeling to give a closer look at the infant.

"He's perfect…"

"Handsome and great. His skin has a good tone as yours. His eyes sparkle like the night sky. His hair shines like no other. He's just luscious."

The husband's bulb lighted. He looked at his son and said; "I can see a great future for you my son. You are the light that will shine upon us and look down on the burdens that disturb us. And you shall be called as Lucius."

Later, the light shined on the room. The rays lighted upon them and on the infant. It was a sign… A hint of the greatness that was to become upon their son.

1917; Somewhere in Europa.

Europa was a different place. It was where war was a common activity among the nations there. There were 3 nations that consisted of the continent itself. First was the Atlantic Federation, a loose collection of Western nations that had long been in war with the Eastern Empire, which was known by its official name as the Autocratic East Europan Empire, a more united empire and was known as the most advanced nation in Europa. The two superpowers war over a precious material called Ragnite, which was used in almost every piece of machinery and the one thing that makes a nation rich.

The only nation that contained an abundant source of this material was Gallia, which was a former Imperial Province, having declared its independence in the late 19th Century. The nation has ever since stood up and remained defiant in maintaining its independence and neutrality.

A war sparked in 1914 that dragged this small nation into war. Maintaining its defence, it remained untouched until the Imperial numbers grew month after month. The numbers continued to grow, and it seemed like it was the only way to overwhelm the attacking Imperials.

Gallia would later depend on one man, a General Belgen Gunther, who was soon to be a mastermind of Gallia's Armoured Forces to keep the invaders at bay. The cunning and devious mind of the man continued to keep them off the capital, Randgriz. This was not to last long the opponents severely outmatched and outnumbered the smaller Principality. The denizens of the Principality had the mentality of scepticism. Most people believed that Gallia would fall in just 2 weeks. Every second was a war for every individual, including General Gunther.

In another side of the strife, a power struggle ensued among the Gallian nobles. Hoping to overthrow the current Archduke, the nobles plotted the family's downfall but in secrecy, there were nobles that were secretly planning attempts to kill the next-in-line to the throne, so the Archduke could appoint a new heir. The only heir to the throne was the Archduke's son, Prince Lord Regulus gi Randgriz.

The nobles headed by Marquis Maurits von Borg had an ambition to overthrow the current ruling house and make himself Archduke. Many of the nobles believed that it would be disastrous should the Prince Lord soon succeed his father. An action ought to happen soon.

A glimmer of light shone when one day, a twist of fate took place.

"Gentlemen, the Prince Lord; Sir Regulus gi Randgriz and the Young Prince Lucius gi Randgriz."

The two arrived on one of Gallia's major bases, which was Lanseal. It had also served as a military academy. Lanseal looked like a star fort with a moat that separated the fort from the land. Two bridges connected two sides of the fort and into the mainland.

The visitors were warmly greeted. Royalty by birth, they were given a pompous welcome. Regulus was no stranger to the people who were going to receive them.

"His Highness, General Belgen Gunther, Gallian Army." His counterpart saluted.

"Pleased to see you again, old friend. I am glad and honoured to receive you for our meeting." Regulus greeted.

The Prince nodded while his child hid behind his legs, looking up at his father's counterpart with a hint of shyness. The counterpart noticed the child and looked at him.

"You have handsome son. Reminds me of my own son at home." He gleefully said.

"Why not we let our sons play along."

"Absolutely. I might as well give a telephone call."

After calling for the General's son, the two men had a tense conversation in a private room with only them inside. The Prince Lord's son was out in the garden with the liaison.

"Having any problems with the Gallian Nobles? Rumours are circulating among in my circle that they are-"

"Yes, I'm aware. As if Borg wanted to claim the throne for himself. Not until while I'm around."

"What about your younger cousin?" The General asked.

"He's too weak. That cousin of mine often winds off to brothels as a boy. I tell you, he isn't exactly the gentleman that the newspaper proclaims him to be. And it's made worse that he is under Borg's watchful eyes."

"Well you must be careful, old friend. They will try to kill you. And once they do, they will go after your son."

The Prince Lord had an indifferent look, "Over my dead body."

As the two men had the meeting, the Prince Lord's son remained on the Lanseal grounds, looking at the academy's gardens while being assisted by his father's liaison. It was almost lunch time and the young prince felt a growl in his stomach. The liaison noticed it and gave the prince a box of chocolate milk. The Prince' eyes shined on the box and gleefully took it.

"I know it's your favourite, Lucius."

The child smiled at his uncle.

Moments later, two figures came upon them. It was a child and his caretaker. The boy had brown hair and looked as handsome as the Prince. The caretaker had beautiful eyes and looked rather beautiful for everyone's standards at that time. The liaison thought that the child may be General Gunther's son. They slowly approached them and enthusiastically greeted them.

"Is this General Gunther's son?" The liaison asked.

"Yes, He is." The caretaker answered. "His name is Welkin."

The young Prince hid behind his caretaker's legs. A hint raised on caretaker's thoughts.

"Is he that shy?"

"Yes he is, I'm afraid."

Welkin came close to the Prince and greeted him with glee.

"Hi! My name is Welkin." He waved. "What's yours?"

The shy prince slowly come upon him with a curious and shy look at his face.

"I'm Lucius." He answered with a shy tone.

"Do you want to play?" Welkin asked.

"Uhmm… Yeah, I guess."

As soon as they were going to the sand to play, Welkin's nanny called them out while carrying a basketful of food. She was lucky she came in prepared.

"Welkin eat your lunch first!"

"Ok, Nanny!"

The four later sat down. While Welkin and Lucius were talking while eating, the Liaison felt a hint of embarrassment to eat what she had prepared but none of it mattered to her. To the nanny, everyone was a friend to her and felt like treating them as her equals. She passed a sandwich to the liaison.

"No please, I'm a bit embarrassed." He answered.

"Embarrassed? I've made enough for the whole base." She giggled. "Just eat up and take it."

Seeing her innocence, he couldn't deny at all. The liaison took the sandwich and ate it. At first bite, he felt his taste buds tingling with delight. He had never had a sandwich that was this good. The sandwiches that he had before were only instant mayonnaise with meat spread but none with genuine ingredients.

"This sandwich is actually good!" He exclaimed.

"Why thank you, young man." She replied. "By the way, my name is Martha." She extended her hand, showing a sign of her intention to be friends.

"Leon" He replied, extending his hand and shaking it with her.

Welkin and Lucius soon started to play all throughout the afternoon. It was past lunch by the time they had started playing. The two built sandcastles and played tag all throughout the afternoon while their caretakers looked on while drinking tea and having cake and biscuits.

By the sandbox, Welkin and Lucius smiled at each other while building a castle.

"After we finish this castle, I shall be the King. And you shall be my knight." Lucius playfully said.

"Ok. I will forever be there to protect you, My King."

The two drew up their wildest imaginations, even imagining a scene where a King wanted a dragon to be slain. In this case, they pretended that the dragon was Lucius' caretaker. As any King would do, He sent his knight to slay this wild beast. Welkin came towards Leon and hits him with a plastic sword on his knee, to which Leon would playfully pretend that he was slain. Martha could only look on and smile with glee. Welkin returned to the sandbox while dragging Leon with him, who played along.

"The dragon has been slain, His Majesty. God Save the King!" He said.

Lucius then took a plastic sword and said; "You hast given an honourable victory. For that, you shall be rich for the rest of your life! Come before, Knight Sir. Gunther."

Later, the two boys then heard a voice coming behind them.

"I am here, My King."

The two turned around to see their fathers returning from a meeting.

"PAPA!" The two ran.

Welkin spoke to his father and told him about Lucius. Welkin had a lot of playmates, but he was sure that he had never met someone as good as Lucius.

"Daddy, I want Lucius to be my playmate forever!"

Belgen smiled at his son's interest and friendly development with the Prince. Lucius had told the same thing to his father about how he wanted Welkin to be his playmate and wished to see each other more often.

"Of course, Lucius." He smiled. "But we must go home."

"Awww…"

Lucius turned around and spoke to Welkin.

"Welkin, Let's play together again!" He said.

"Sure!" The young Prince exclaimed. "I won't ever forget that!"

"I won't. Goodbye, friend!" Welkin waved.

Their fathers smiled at their sons. As the Prince Lord was about to depart, He saluted and bid farewell to his old friend. The Prince Lord took with him his child and his liaison and the car sped off back to the capital. It was already closer to the evening as the dusk turned into the night. The road ahead was poorly lighted, but the driver could almost see the road. They were also escorted by a lorry that contained the Prince Lord's bodyguards.

Inside the car, the Young Prince was rested on his father's lap. Peacefully stroking his son's head, he kept on thinking of the words that he had said to him on the day he was born.

Along the way, the convoy stopped to see that a tree had blocked the road ahead. The driver and the Prince Lord went outside of the car to inspect what had happened.

"What's wrong?"

"A tree, His Highness. This tree wasn't here the last time we were in here."

"That's strange. Are you sure this is the same path that we passed through earlier?"

"Yes, His Highness."

The night around them was quiet. Too quiet in fact that they can only hear the wind blowing. With suspicion in his mind, a tree wouldn't just suddenly uproot without a big calamity. Suddenly from the tree line, out comes a squadron armed with rifles and machine guns. It got worse as they weren't Imperials but Gallian Royal Guards. The convoy could not see the uniform nor the faces. Although, it was clearly obvious to Leon who they were exactly.

"Ambush! Protect His Highness!"

The firing line was relentless. The most unfortunate thing that took place was that the convoy couldn't almost see where the firing was from. They were in the densest part of the forest and at least miles away from the capital. The bodyguards tried to return fire, but they were too late. All those that had disembarked from the lorry were slaughtered. The liaison, however, took a bullet on his gut and the drivers lie lifeless with their heads rested on the steering wheels as blood dripped from their heads to the pedal.

The Young Prince on the other hand was inside the vehicle. He had seen everything, including his father shot in the midst of the skirmish. Not wanting to meet the same fate, he pretended to be asleep and hoped that the troopers would not notice him as they looked inside. Fortunately for him and for the wounded liaison, they didn't bother to look inside the car. When the skirmishers were done with their dirty work, they hurriedly left the scene.

When the slaughter was over, the young Prince went out of the car and ran towards his father.

"Daddy!" Lucius cried. "Please! Don't leave me!"

The blood from his father's body was flowing out. He was losing blood fast. Tears flowed from the young Prince's eyes and fell towards his father's chest. As more tears exited, the more blood that flew out of his father's body.

"M-M-y s-s-son… B-B-Be brave..."

"Daddy, p-p-please don't go. D-d-don't leave me!"

Then the wounded liaison came to them as he placed his left hand over his wound. Leon knelt and started to cry as well.

"His Highness…. P-P-Please…. D-Don't leave us… Gallia cannot be... without her heir."

"Leon… M-M-My brother… Please… Y-Y-You will f-f-from now on... a-a-address my son… As your own s-s-son… G-General Gunther was correct… They are after… us…" The Prince Lord continued to cough blood.

"But… His Highness… Where will we go?"

"L-L-Leon… Y-You must escape… G-Get my son out of G-Gallia… Flee…. to B-Britannia… "

Then he turned to his son. "L-L-L-Lucius… Y-You must… leave… I cannot come with you…"

"But daddy… What will I do?"

"Y-Y-You must find it for yourself… Remember… That I am always... with you… I love you…. Always… My Son…"

The Prince Lord breathed his last.

"DAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYYYY!"

The Young Prince continued to eject out more tears as his father was now lifeless. As blood continued to pour out, the prince's tears became like a sorrowful waterfall. Leon patted the Young Prince's back. Lucius turned around and hugged his uncle.

"Daddy's gone! Daddy's done!"

"I'm sure that your father... will be with you throughout. But first, we must leave, My Prince... We have to leave Gallia."

Leon took the last of the medical supplies, patched his wound up and left with the Young Prince. The following morning, headlines reached the capital that the Prince Lord was assassinated, plunging the Archduke and his wife into mourning. The Nobles on the other hand were delighted with the headlines of the tabloid and newspapers.

In the capital, havoc was looming in the air as the Archduke had lost its only heir. So young for his age that their son only made one child, whom they also believed was among the dead. With the death of the Prince Lord, and by the time the Archduke would die, the latter would be succeeded by his younger cousin, who had a daughter.

Anthold

In the early hours at Anthold, Leon and Lucius made it safely by hitch hiking a lorry that was headed there. Leon knew who he had to meet up with just to get them out of Gallia.

Anthold had a lot of ships that sailed to different locations around the world, including Britannia, which was a set of islands a few miles away from Europa. One of the merchant ships that was docked there was heading for Britannia. Leon knew a lot of people who worked in Anthold that was loyal to the Prince Lord. The port also felt the effects of the assassination of the Prince Lord and many were left without the slightest idea of what to do next. Leon went to the Skipper of the ship that was heading for Britannia. He knew the Skipper well, much to his relief.

"Skipper!" He bellowed.

"Leon?!" He exclaimed, "What are you doing here?! I thought you died in that ambush. I thought of that because you're the Prince Lord's liaison."

"I'll tell that story later. But for now, you must get us out of here. I'm just fortunate enough to save the Prince Lord's son."

"Leon, you know I can't do that. I must have a proper clearance unless it is an emergency to dock off and sail for Britannia."

Leon decided to convince his friend soon enough.

"Look, The Gallian Nobles are behind all of this assassination."

Skipper was shocked.

"How'd you know? My men have a lot of trust for the Marquis."

"He is behind all of it!" Leon went as he continued to tell further about what had happened.

Skipper ought not to think twice, now that he had gotten an answer. Convinced, The Skipper then took a telephone and called the crew to prepare the ship for sailing. Leon and Lucius then rested on the ship. By the dusk, the ship started to ship for Britannia to keep its special passenger safe.

On the ship, Lucius kept thinking about his father and what he had said. But not only that, he knew in himself that he would never get to see Welkin, possibly his only playmate, ever again. Lucius thought to himself to just try to hide and forget everything. The more that he remembered, the more that it hurts him the most.

Two days had passed, and the morning came. Looking outside the window, they realized that they had arrived on Britannia, which is characterized by its white cliffs. The sight of the white cliffs was obviously a huge relief.

"Wow Uncle. The cliffs are white." The Prince described.

"Yes, it is. It's like heaven knocking on our doorstep."

When the ship arrived and docked on a Port named Dover, Leon and the Young Prince disembarked from the ship. They were followed by Skipper, who explained them what to do next.

"Listen up. I've printed out papers for you and the young prince. My men had prepared some immigration papers for you. Do note that you must disguise your names or else you will be deported back to Gallia. Britannia has been stricter regarding the people coming in here. They won't accept immigrations for Gallian nobles for a reason. Now go."

"Thank you, Skipper."

Dover was a different place. The streets had well painted pavements on both sides of the streets. The streets were clean and there was even a lorry that delivered milk to each of the residents. The children played in the streets. The sight of them reminded Lucius of Welkin. He ought to think that he might have assumed that he had already died.

Leon checked the papers that officiates their migration to Britannia. They noticed that their names were changed, including the place and date of birth. Strict when it comes to the immigrants from Europa, anyone who was going to migrate to Britannia had to undergo rigorous testing. But this time, their passports say that they are from a place called Solheim.

When they rested somewhere in a tea stand, Leon explained to the young Prince what will happen to them. Leon took the papers out and started to read their new identities.

"Ok Lucius, I will not address you as "My Prince" or "Lucius" anymore. From now on, you will be called Noctis Lucis Caelum. And I will be your father, Lucio Caerulus Caelum. You cannot show your real identity anymore, lest that we both be deported by the authorities."

"Yes, Uncle." The Prince nodded.

Leon made a slight smile. "I'm not your uncle anymore. I'm your father."

"Ok… Daddy." He said, as Noctis swallowed, still remaining hurt after losing his father.

The boy then came over to his uncle and hugged him as he had hugged his father before. The warmth may not be as warm as he had with his father but being safer from those who wanted them dead was the closest he could feel the warmth of his father. Lucius had always believed that his father was beside him all throughout their journey to Britannia. From then on, Lucius has always seen the warmth of his father through his Uncle Leon.

The Young Lucius always thought that his uncle Leon was his second father. Leon had been his father's best friend but has always referred to the latter formally as if he is his subject. The respect that the gentleman had between each other extended into the Prince Lord's son. Leon has sometimes considered the Young Prince as his own son. Of all his uncles, he liked his uncle Leon the most and the latter ought to watch him out.