Nyx survives AU
It has been a smidgen hasn’t it? I hope you guys are well amidst the chaos of the Coronavirus. I am trapped at home with my family with an extended spring break lol. Ok lets get to the story, you guys aren’t here for my rambling haha.
Chapter 3 will be Nyx’s first fight since the fall, how do you think he will do?
“Hear me defenders of the crown. The power of the kings goes with you and with power comes the duty to the kingdom. Your body is a vessel for the blessings of the stone of Lucis, your blade a ray of hope cleaving a path for the future king. Let it be known that your transgressions are not forgotten. Once the true king awakens light is restored for the world. Awaken glaive!” A voice calls out.
The man’s eyes open with a rush as he looks around with a slight panic. The landscape surrounding him moves at a fast pace and he realizes that he is in the bed of a truck. “Mornin’, Hero.” A different man’s voice says making him look over to the voice. “You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here.”
“Hero?” The man questions the other assuming that that is his name.
“Your nickname.” The other answers. “I am Libertus… do you remember your name?”
The man lays his head on his fist, trying to prompt any sort of memory to come about. It’s all hazy but he remembers serving a king in a special task force. The glaive? No… the kingsglaive. “I don’t remember a lot. What exactly happened?” The man questions making Libertus’s face drop.
“No clue?” Libertus inquires so the man nods somberly. “Don’t sweat it. You escaped with something more precious than your memories, you made it out with your life.”
Libertus pats the man’s shoulder with a smile. “You got real messed up back there. I am glad that you’re ok.” Libertus says so the man lifts a scarred hand in front of his face.
“I was not always like this?” The man questions.
“No.” Libertus answers. “Anyways you’re a glaive- like me. The king lends us his power, and we fight to protect him.”
The man doesn’t entirely know what to think. Like he thought he was a soldier but how much did he go through and what all was different? “Well, fought. The king himself’s long gone.” Libertus adds as he looks down at his hands before looking back into the eyes of his comrade. “His power remains, though, so we’ve gotta put it to good use.”
The man feels his hand curl into a fist. What happened? How had he and the others failed?
Libertus looks up ahead to a large city that is almost obscured by rolling hillsides. “See that up ahead? That’s the last bastion of mankind.” Libertus states with a sense of purpose and awe to his voice. “And it’s the Kingsglaive’s job to keep her safe from harm.”
The man’s eyes latch to the setting sun though and Libertus notices. “Better enjoy the sunshine while it lasts: it’ll be gone before you know it. Only other light left in this world will be the kind we maje ourselves.” Libertus explains, his voice much more sobered before patting a nearby crate with a glowing purple… gem? “And, as you may or may not remember, we play a big role in that process.”
Libertus is looking at the man now with hope in his eyes. “Let’s hope that jogged your memory. All of Lestallum is counting on us glaives.” Libertus says so the man looks down quietly trying to find words to say that it didn’t help.
“Daemons ahead- get ready!” A woman calls out from the front of the truck making the man look at Libertus with concern.
“Take these-” Libertus quickly says as he passes two blades to the man. “They’re yours, your kukris.”
The man takes them and wonders what kind of man he was after noticing the embellishments. He notices an engraving on one. ‘Nyx Ulric, Galahd’
Libertus is looking out from the side as the driver halts the truck. “Great- another bump in the road.” Libertus looks at Nyx. “Take it slow, you went through hell and back. If you can’t fight get right back over here or take cover. Let’s move!”
