Prompto The Oracle
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chocobosnap The Empire came for Tenebrae with a ferocity far exceeding their expectations.
For better, or worse, they decided that surrender was the best course of action and the people of Tenebrae were rounded up and subjugated according to Emperor Aldercapt's will.
One reason for taking Tenebrae was to capture the oracle, one young Prompto who took his escort in stride as he was taken from his home and moved deep into Niflheim.
From that moment, he lost his connection to Lucis, and his life completely changed.
Noctis had been staying with them back then, when the attack came, but he was gone now, presumably back to Insomnia.
For better, or worse, they decided that surrender was the best course of action and the people of Tenebrae were rounded up and subjugated according to Emperor Aldercapt's will.
One reason for taking Tenebrae was to capture the oracle, one young Prompto who took his escort in stride as he was taken from his home and moved deep into Niflheim.
From that moment, he lost his connection to Lucis, and his life completely changed.
Noctis had been staying with them back then, when the attack came, but he was gone now, presumably back to Insomnia.
M.E. 749, Winter
18/6/18 22:32 (UTC)'Oracle's Procession Attacked: Heretics Arrested.'
The article didn't talk about much, nothing about Prompto, except to say the tour was ending, postponed for a later date.
In the fall of 748 M.E., Pryna went to see Noctis instead of Umbra and she would stay for five days. She carried no notes, or words from Prompto, she was just there.
Finally, the book would come back with Umbra near the end of winter.
Noct
Thank you for your notes. It sounds awesome.
I believe they're made with Ulwaat berries, actually.
Sorry. Hard to get my hands on a pen sometimes.
The pastry was delicious though, you could tell Ignis that, if he even remembers making it.
I have a feeling our paths will cross again someday.
Prompto
His cheerful, singing chocobo is no longer singing, but sitting in a cage, in this picture. He isn't sure when he'll be able to write again, but he hopes it will happen again.
M.E. 749, Winter
18/6/18 22:50 (UTC)Then Umbra came, the day after Ignis' birthday. Noct actually remembered this year without prompting. It was a tiny miracle.
The entire time, though, he feared the worst. The article was too vague. As if it had been a ploy to take away what agency Prompto had even while guarded so.
Prompto,
It is. Wish I could share more than just my notes.
I'll keep that in mind, and also marking down another on the apology list.
Already did. Hope the last one and this one get to you.
Our paths will cross again. I promise. Until then, my prayers go with this message.
Noct
Noctis adds a little sketch of a black chocobo resting its head on the cage belonging to the small, once-singing chocobo. Like it wants to peck off the lock but can't.
And, of course, there's another pastry. This time, made with raspberries.
M.E. 751, Fall
18/6/18 23:07 (UTC)Once there he finally got a little bit of breathing room.
Hello again, Noct.
I'm finally back home, that's something. If you can consider this home.
I have room for Umbra and Pryna again, so they're pretty happy. And there's a garden here. Some sunshine, fresh air.
High school right? Sounds fun. Are you going to join a club or something?
I would take pictures. Don't send me a camera, I can't hide something that big.
I don't know how things are going to work out going forward, but stay safe. I believe in you.
-Prompto
This time, his chocobo is sitting in a fenced in garden, the musical note back. If nothing else, Prompto learned how to draw chocobos.
M.E. 751, Fall
18/6/18 23:31 (UTC)Something Noctis is resigned to never have, now that the novelty of having the heir apparent as a classmate has long since worn off and all his classmates ever do is talk behind his back about maybe approaching him and asking the same questions they always do. What it's like, how many servants personally attend to him...
He doesn't even hesitate to kneel down and hug Umbra as if he were an old friend when he shows up while he's leaving school one day. Because he is. The good boy even gets to ride in the back seat with him back to the Citadel.
Hey, Prom.
Hard to consider it that, huh. I can kind of relate, though it's not nearly as bad for me as it is for you.
Glad to hear they're happier again. Pryna seemed pretty worried when she visited.
Yeah. I'm not joining any clubs, but I am volunteering in the spare time I have. Mostly at soup kitchens and animal shelters.
And that's my line. Please, stay safe. I know you do.
Noct
Noctis adds another black chocobo, a little older, but wings still clipped. Sitting alone with his head down while other chocobos of varying breeds play together. A tan chocobo sits beside the black. Wearing glasses.
If nothing else, he's gotten used to drawing chocobos, too.
M.E. 751, Fall
18/6/18 23:58 (UTC)Noct,
Pryna didn't mean to worry you, she's very affectionate though. She was a little scared with what happened.
I think I'm going to go on tour again, very soon.
I think we're even crossing the ocean, although not Insomnia, of course.
I'm as safe as I can be.
Prompto
This time he drew a chocobo on a boat, but still in a cage, because the cage traveled with him.
He was right, he was going to be passing through Altissia, to Galdin Quay and through some Empire-owned lands on the other side. It was like giving good press for the Empire. 'Look how much Niflheim cares about the people' kind of PR.
M.E. 751, Fall
19/6/18 00:21 (UTC)He hates this. Especially seeing his father fall as his right knee give out in front of him the day before. How he has to make use of a cane to get around, now. He knows what that means.
Prompto,
I know. We all were. I only hope we helped keep her calmer while she was with us.
Tried to convince the Council to let me out of the safety of the Wall. They forbade it, too angered by the political message. Too afraid of a second attack when...
They need me here, just in case.
Noct
The black chocobo is drawn inside a bubble, his wings pressed up against the bubble's inner surface. Looking out to the one on a boat, inside the cage.
A young man that looks like Noctis' only friend helped his elderly grandmother to visit Prompto for healing while they are in Galdin Quay. Hair down, no glasses, but same color hair and vibrant green eyes wearing a very plain lavender button down shirt and jeans. He spared Prompto a faint smile and word of gratitude, handing him a customary gift before helping his grandmother back to the ragged-looking car.
M.E. 751, Fall
19/6/18 04:11 (UTC)With every person he saw, he was offering kind words, a gentle smile before the healing.
Just on the other side of the canvas of the tent he'd set up, were two guards at his back, two guards at the front of the line. Most people saw them as protection for the Oracle.
He also looked tired, as though being there for hundreds of people at a time was a drain. A drain on his magic. A drain on his link to the Astrals. Prompto had said he'd been busy, but most of what he was healing was the Starscourge in people.
"Thank you." Prompto spoke to the familiar stranger, thanking him for the gift, before it was set on the table with the others. "May the Astrals shine their blessing upon you." He smiled.
Prompto would not actually get to open the gift, his guards tended to take them, a lot of people brought food which they tended to claim for themselves. He wouldn't get to respond until he was back on the boat.
Noct,
Duscae was simply lovely. I'd never been there before.
I had the feeling I'd be back though. That makes sense, after all, the Archean rests there.
It isn't time for that yet.
My tour is over, it's time to go back.
I am beginning to think fate has something else in store for us.
Prompto
The yellow chocobo is back in its cage, reaching for something, a flower, just out of reach of the tip of its wings.
M.E. 751, Fall
19/6/18 06:02 (UTC)Yet he makes no move that the others did not make, and does not linger overlong.
The guards will find that there is no food in the unmarked and inconspicuous box, only a small vial of ether that, were it not the prince's chamberlain, likely would have cost a pretty penny to obtain. Several months' salaries, in fact. There are no finger prints of any sort on it other than their own and Prompto's.
Prompto,
Never been so far, myself. I'm jealous. There's supposedly a chocobo outpost there, to the east of the Disc. I hope you got to see them.
I've only been to Leide once, myself, when we were still children. The fireflies that gather near the few bodies of water are spectacular at sundown.
My training has begun to intensify. Don't know how often I'll be able to respond as quickly as I have been.
Dad's using a cane. It's been hard to focus lately. But, I can make curatives now.
I hope these help you stay on your feet, Prom.
Noct
The black chocobo remains inside the bubble, also reaching for the same flower, that lay just outside of its 'protection'.
The pages are slightly dampened in places, yet there are two vials hidden inside a tiny little black pouch Umbra carries. Both are ethers. When Umbra left him with the response and curatives in tow, he felt a delicate hand lightly tap his shoulder. "Prince Noctis, are you alright?"
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. ...It's Lunafreya, right?"
M.E. 752, Winter
19/6/18 06:26 (UTC)Prompto was treating nobles and dignitaries, whoever the emperor saw fit to bring before him.
There were whispers about possibly going to Insomnia, possibly being offered up as some kind of token as though he had no agency of his own, but he supposed he didn't. He was a prisoner through and through, albeit a nicely kept one.
The ether vials were something nice and thoughtful and amazing. Noctis had talent and he was proud of him.
Noct,
It's winter here all the time now. I'm staying somewhere new, no garden I'm afraid. Nothing to even take pictures of.
I didn't get to see the chocobos. It's too bad. I've never seen one.
It's alright, take your time. Umbra loves to visit you.
Your magic is impressive. I'm impressed.
I always thought it would be nice to travel.
Ah well. You'll have better luck than I will.
I guess we're getting older, not much time for fun, huh?
Prompto
The caged chocobo is surrounded by mountains now, a cloth wrapped around its beak. No one could hear what the chocobo wanted to say.
M.E. 752, Winter
19/6/18 07:14 (UTC)Rumors began to circulate that she would become the prince's bride-to-be once he become of marrying age, and they wouldn't be far off the mark. The young noble had certainly wormed her way into his heart upon the virtue of allowing the heir apparent to simply be himself.
Something that helped Noctis' magic grow more potent, oddly enough, as one more barrier seemed to slip. Yet as time passed, he began to realize his heart did not solely belong to 'Luna'.
Prompto,
That's a shame. I hope you get to see one someday. They're such gentle creatures in person, and great friends besides.
Not unlike a certain someone who's stolen a part of his heart, nine years ago. Yet he doesn't write that part out.
It's nothing. Should have been able to make them years earlier. And you're right, it would be nice to travel, huh?
Don't say that. Even the most gilded of cages eventually rust and break.
I've found you have to start making time for fun when you get older, yeah. Something a new friend of mine's begun to teach me.
I know, it's hard. But we will see each other again soon. Niflheim cannot stop what is ordained no matter how much they fear it.
Attached is a few photos from his coming of age ceremony the previous year that he never got to send before as the film was still developing. The first is of a somber looking Noctis as he stands beside his father and Gladiolus - his Shield and then newly-appointed Crownsguard. Behind them is the very young man who had tried to gift him Noctis' first Ether, always at Noct's right - the Hand of the Future King. The second is of his father gifting him with his own glaive: the Engine Blade. The third, however, is different: Noctis is dancing with a noble woman that looks to be only a few years older than they, blonde hair tied back in a braided bun. The room appears to be a ballroom within the Citadel.
Each image has notes on them, save the second. Naming who they all are and their significance to the young man. It's Noct's little way of including Prompto in his life, and he even includes a copy of the itinerary for his coming of age ceremony.
He takes the time to draw the black chocobo, this time with a large brown chocobo on his left, and a white chocobo on his right. The tan chocobo to the right of the white. They all seem happier than any of the previous, yet they still remain within the bubble... the black reaching with a healing wing to the one alone in the mountains.
And, like the last time, there are vials of ether in a black velvet pouch. Six of them.
M.E. 752, Winter
19/6/18 07:34 (UTC)He got the feeling that things were progressing as they should on Noctis' side. He smiled sadly just a little bit, because he didn't think there was much hope for something to happen to his cage. Soon enough, the Empire would be making moves, and they were going to expect him to help.
Noct,
Thank you for the ether, it's been a godsend sometimes, but I'm not working as much as I used to. The composition on them is perfect though.
I don't know that I will, but whatever happens to me isn't important in the scheme of things.
You look good, happy, Noct. I'm so relieved. It's nice to see you have a new friend.
They killed the Glacian. Already things are being interfered with. I don't know if that will affect the final outcome or not, but...
Stay strong, chosen king.
I'll send my prayers to the Astrals for you.
Prompto
He didn't have anything fun to add, he didn't know how to describe that his resources were limited. He added a photograph of himself, sitting posed with a smile, thin as it was, hand wrapped around the Trident of the Oracle. It was a promotional picture of sorts. Propaganda from the empire, really.
The chocobo still had its beak shuttered, his wings bound as well, the cage just a little smaller. This chocobo had its eyes closed. But, despite the bleak imagery, he included the sun to shine a little light, some kind of hope lingering.
Prompto was going to sleep on it, and probably rewrite it, tear the page out, but Pryna took the book to Noctis instead.
M.E. 752, Spring
19/6/18 08:05 (UTC)Prompto,
Keep them. They will last a long time, no matter how long it is they sit. A little magic dad taught me that slows time's effects on small objects. I'm not as proficient with it, or any magic, really, that he is, but...
It's important to me what happens to you. No matter what, you're my best friend.
Maybe even more-I know they did. Pretty sure the shift is what caused my back problems to flare up then. Guess what I lack in proficiency I make up for in sensitivity.
Dad's growing older at a quicker rate than my grandfather. I may have to ascend before I'm twenty-five at this rate.
...Did I ever tell you that I only let those who know who I really am call me 'Noct'? Kind of silly, huh?
My thoughts and prayers go with this message.
Noctis
When Pryna returned to Prompto bearing the chosen king's response, her coat was much silkier than before. Well-groomed and well-fed. Prompto didn't need to describe it because, despite her divinity, her matted state had made the point clear. Not to mention Ignis' comments on how Prompto seemed thinner than he had when he'd seen the young man in person.
Speaking of, Ignis' skills have only gotten better at preparing meals. Which is a good thing, considering the gifts Pryna would return with: a perfectly-preserved package of food (a bento of fried chicken with rice and assorted fruit and vegetables) that was good served either hot or cold, and some packages that only needed hot water added to rehydrate into a nutrition-packed soup. Thin packages that could be easily hidden. A few more ethers, as well. Even if they aren't used right away, they're again easy to conceal.
Noctis took the lessons he'd picked up from playing that series Prompto introduced him too so long ago and turned it all into an art form. Ignis, too.
M.E. 752, Summer
19/6/18 08:21 (UTC)Prompto set up at a small outpost in Gralea. There was no sound but he was holding a woman's hand, his expression serious and his eyes wide. He said something. The woman looked alarmed.
Armed guards pulled the woman out of the way, and aimed guns at Prompto. He looked annoyed and pushed the barrel out of his face, displeased. One of the other guards came up behind him and hit him in the back of the head with the butt of the rifle.
They waved off the people, shuttering the event and the video cut out.
Since he'd done something so foolish as to admit something he should have, he'd been kept in a proper cell. Ardyn Izunia visiting on an off to taunt and tease and remind him his position should not be underestimated. He belonged to the Empire. There would be no salvation for him. He would dance to their tune.
The letter has a few streaks of dirt on it, and two dried spots as though he'd cried a little bit.
Noct,
Don't worry. Don't worry. I heard things got out.
I'm okay. Fine. Really.
They still need me. I did something stupid.
Anyway, the Oracle is still human, and makes mistakes.
I'm honoured you consider me a best friend. I consider you the same.
I'm sorry to hear about your father. I hope he's able to slow down soon so that doesn't happen.
I honestly don't know what's coming your way right now.
Prompto
There are no chocobo drawings this time, but instead stars in the night sky, his sketching area coloured in dark.
M.E. 752, Summer
19/6/18 08:54 (UTC)His father would never get any better. He had to accept that he would lose the only blood relative he ever knew and take his place. Prompto was being used as a tool for the Empire. And now, he feared that the others he loved would one day be...
He'd been crying into Ignis' shoulder when Umbra came. Unable to keep it together in the one place he knew no one would hear unless he let them in.
There is no letter. Only a brief sketch and a minuscule mp3 player stuck inside. Volume already on the lowest audible setting, and earbuds plugged in. There's only one, untitled song on the device. A song no one but the player and Prompto has heard; a piano solo that is as raw as the words and feelings he wishes he could have conveyed in words, but could not. Chords of worry and sadness blended in with a lingering sense of hope so masterfully it's likely hard to believe the melancholic piece isn't something he composed himself beforehand. Yet, he didn't. He simply turned on the recording device in his phone, set it down on the music stand, and began to play. Eyes closed as his fingers danced upon the ebony and ivory keys. Filling every note and chord with pain and love.
The sketch on the page nixes any semblance of symbology. It's just him, resting his head on the grand piano's keys. A black dog resting at his feet as moonlight pours in from a window to his left. A few dried spots on the page above it.
M.E. 755, Spring
19/6/18 09:15 (UTC)He'd been thin and drawn, but he looked like he'd made his peace with whatever had happened.
Prompto had merely tried to change his own fate and failed, so he had nothing to do but accept it.
The sketch, the music were lovely, but Prompto took the lack of words to mean that Noctis maybe didn't want to speak, so he didn't send a response back for a long time. They were hard, and risky as it was. His pen was being kept in Umbra's pouch.
Pryna was always the troublemaker, and although she didn't carry word, she did visit Noctis a few times during the period, just to offer a nuzzle, a lick of the hand.
Now when he worked, a guard remained at his side, always. Ensuring that no words beyond pleasantries were spoken, no words but prayers and blessings. They extended his work day, to make up for the time he missed.
The schedule had him heading back to Leide and Duscae, a show of strength and a victory lap. They were closing in on Lucis. The schedule was public, circulated to draw people who so rarely could see Prompto to give them the opportunity to do so, even if the guard was so strict.
He couldn't entirely forget about the Lucian prince. He wrote finally, coming closer to the prince's twentieth birthday, if he remembered correctly.
Hope you and your father are well. I'm traveling again. Isn't that lovely?
Prompto.
The chocobo this time was still in the cage, stretching his wings, but he was surrounded by vicious sabertusks, they were closing in on their prey.
Even though he hesitated to send this letter too, he did it, short as it was. He also included package of sweets from the heart of Gralea.
M.E. 755, Spring
19/6/18 09:49 (UTC)The Oracle had not been forgotten by the future king.
Prompto had not been forgotten by Noctis.
During the trip through Leide, Prompto likely would have spotted a young fisher at the back of the crowd. A hat and high-collared shirt hid most of his face, but those blue eyes were unmistakable. Looking on with a young woman wrapped around his arm. They'd gotten married the spring before, and finally allowed to leave under heavy guard (that remained ever disguised) for their honeymoon this year. To Galdin Quay.
The fact that it overlapped a part of the 'tour' was simply a 'happy coincidence.'
Umbra did not have to travel far for this one.
I saw. Not only because of how publicized this little 'tour' is.
Forgive me for not sending a letter last time. Try as I might, the words wouldn't come. Only the notes in my head.
I was worried sick. We all were. Still are.
My prayers are with you always,
Noct.
The black chocobo held a fish in its beak, wings mostly healed but also surrounded by sabertusks. He knows.
M.E. 755, Spring
19/6/18 15:12 (UTC)He looked exhausted. He was about the midway point in his tour and being run ragged, and giving the Empire a good image. He did however catch the news of their marriage which pleased him, he was happy for his friend. As much as he might like him, that was never meant to be. The Astrals just did not work that way, not for him.
Umbra could not go back immediately, and alert him. It was too dangerous and he understood that.
Prompto got his letter when the people were finally sent away for the night and he was taken to a tent of all places, where his dogs were waiting for him. He smiled, but still felt like his decision not to write much had been the correct one. The future king did not need to worry about him, for he was hardly his problem.
Noct
I hear congratulations are in order, and here I am a year late. I apologize. I do hope that your chosen bride has made you happy. I've heard more about you today than I have in a long time.
I'm glad to hear it all.
Your melody was beautiful, please don't apologize for it. I have it memorized.
You need not worry about me any longer. You have a future to concern yourself with. Pieces are moving into place. I can feel it. You'll know what to do when the time comes.
I'm so close to the Archean, I can hear him calling. Can you?
Not yet, I bet. Soon.
Just remember, everything happens for a reason.
Prompto
The yellow chocobo in the cage with its wings spread apart, has a few lines erased from it in the picture. It was blindfolded and muzzled, and disappearing, in front of a crowd of onlookers, with big smiles on their faces. It dreamed a musical note, that it couldn't sing.
The artwork was cathartic, although he shouldn't send it to Noctis, so he ripped it out of the book, but not having anywhere else to put it, had to hide it in Umbra's pouch, although he told him not to share it with Noctis, it would be in there.
M.E. 755, Spring
19/6/18 16:09 (UTC)"Noct..." she called, a couple tears shining in her eyes. It did not take someone with great vision to know how much the young Oracle meant to him. Anyone who spent even fifteen minutes listening to him, or even look to him whenever the boy appeared on the screen for could see it. How much longing reverberated in his voice, how hard he pushed himself in his training. While she never read what was in the book, she saw the doodles of chocobos he would sketch in his notes.
Now she understood why he started to in the first place, and slipped the sketch into his hand as he paused in reading the letter.
The spots on the pages are still damp when Umbra returns to him, a scent of ash lingering on the pages.
Prompto,
Don't worry about it. We only just got to celebrate it ourselves in our own way. And we are happy, but
My heart does not entirely belong to her or to our people. For years, it has cried out for another. A young 'chocobo' trapped within its cage, bound and gagged and forced to sing to its predators' tunes.
The protection of the future and the stone divine has ever been the role of my line. Yet as the days go by, I realize I can't imagine a future without you.
That piece I sent you... that is the truth that exists in my heart. It has ever since that day in Tenebrae.
Please, stay safe. Remain strong. When you waver, listen to it again. Remember you are loved.
Noct
The picture has a white chocobo hugging the blindfolded yellow with her wings, the black nuzzling into its neck. Luna, too, asked that she be included in any sketch he sent to him. She is also the reason why he even wrote most of the letter. Knowing how much it would tear him apart to keep his silence.
M.E. 755, Spring
19/6/18 16:32 (UTC)But, he didn't think it was very realistic, because his freedom wasn't in the cards. He expected he would fulfill his use, and the Empire would decide they'd had enough of him.
He could feel Titan calling out to him, reaching out to forge that connection that would weaken him further. The Empire was going to be so pleased, after the forced one with Shiva, this one was happening naturally. It might be easier to kill Titan then.
For Noctis to take control of the future, he would need to be prepared. He directed his prayers and devotions to asking Titan to consider Noctis. To please see him as the true king.
It was a few days before he could answer, still working on his pre-ritual prayers because very soon, he would be expected to stand before Titan and reinforce his demands. He could feel it.
Noct,
Your words are very kind and cherished. I'll never forget them for as long as I live.
You need to listen now.
You will hear him soon.
You must answer the Archean's call.
I have always told you, that what happens to me does not matter, and that remains the same, but still...
Thank you.
Prompto
There was no chocobo drawing this time, there wasn't time really, this was a warning, it was getting close to the moment, and Noctis needed to listen for it. That was all Prompto could do to warn him.
It wouldn't be long before he was brought to the Disc of Cauthess to speak to the Archean himself, to awaken him from his slumber.
The Empire had a strict timeline, or so he thought.
The dark, slimy Chancellor appeared because he thought they should take a trip to Insomnia of all places.
M.E. 755, Spring
19/6/18 17:15 (UTC)Regis looked to Clarus. They both knew what this would herald. Yet behind the determination in the elder Lucis Caelum's eyes, there was a sadness that lingered between father and son. He was to go with his father's blessing and the grace of the gods. But before he and his bride were to depart with his retinue, they would have to seek out the statue honoring the Founder King near the former settlement of Keycatrich.
Noctis would need all the help he could get.
They agreed he would take the Regalia with them, and a surprise that had been left for his twentieth birthday would be reserved. Just in case it would be needed by another.
The visions and headaches started not long after Noctis gained the sigil of the Founder.
Prompto,
I see it. The Disc. In my head.
I will answer the Archean's call.
Dad left a car for you. A Glaive he trusts will take you anywhere.
A Glaive I trust as well.
Love,
Noct
There is no chocobo drawing from him this time, either. He too didn't have the time. When he tried, another headache wracked his skull. The Archean was persistent, at the very least.
And, sure enough, when Prompto arrives to Insomnia, his driver is replaced by one Nyx Ulric at the gate.
M.E. 755
19/6/18 17:39 (UTC)There was a strong temptation to ask him to take him far away from there, but Prompto had a role to play, so he merely consented to be taken to the Citadel.
It was disappointing that he wouldn't get to see Noctis, but as his mind reminded him, fate was intending on them passing each other.
When the dust settled, the destruction of Insomnia complete and horrific, Prompto was glad he hadn't seen Noctis and that Noctis had been sent away. Perhaps the king had had an idea of what was to come.
He had the Ring of the Lucii in his hands, and he knew he needed to get it to Noctis, somehow. Somehow he'd lost Nyx at his side as well. There were reports that Noctis had died, that he had died and Prompto could only hope that was enough for the Empire to believe.
He mourned the people of Insomnia, people he barely knew, but he wished for the best. He knew Noctis hadn't died, he would have felt that. Being dead meant he was in hiding from the Empire, which was a little strange in its own way.
They weren't concerned, they knew, as well as Prompto did that he would have to visit the Tidemother, and the Fulgurian, to plead Noctis' case.
Prompto waited and prayed, speaking words to Titan, to accept Noctis and guide him. He was waiting for the feeling, the balance to shift.
Noctis,
I am so sorry about everything that happened.
There was nothing I could do.
Gentiana will show you the way, when it's time, to meet Ramuh. I'm going to open the connection soon.
Prompto.
The picture this time was just a box, no chocobo could be seen but the little music note could be heard from a crack inside.
These connections were going to wear on him, he could feel it.
He added another picture of the chocobo, this time in an hourglass, its feet covered up by the sand already as it trickled into the bottom.
He didn't think after the mess in Insomnia that Noctis would still consider him a friend.
M.E. 755
21/6/18 03:00 (UTC)He wanted to argue.
He wanted to drive to the city and see it for himself, when a loud roar shook the diner to its foundation. Ignis had peeked through the now-lowered blinds to see the imperial airships up above, heading for the Crown City. It was the day he'd dreaded to hear, didn't want to hear, and yet...
Lunafreya held him back and close as they both cried as the radio kept the news on loop.
It was three days later the fall of Insomnia that the shift occurred. Having never stopped in Lestallum, they instead utilized stealth as a means to pass the imperial blockade. It took some maneuvering, and a lot of exhaustion on Noctis' part, but he still managed to earn Titan's favor. They stop in Lestallum in midst of their search for the royal arms (and needing to let the young protector rest), when Umbra catches up with them.
When Prompto gets the notebook back, there are dried spots where tears once were not on his last reply.
Prompto,
I know. But, I think my dad knew. He agreed to let me go far too fast.
I received the Archean's blessing. Thank you, and, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Noct?
They said you were dead.
He doesn't sign his name, but there's a black chocobo curled up and hurt, surrounded by the white, tan, and brown; all seeming to try and protect and reach the hourglass. A shovel tries to hold back the sand from falling on the yellow as if by magic.
A second sketch of a large, black cat lies beneath it. Eyes closed as it's ears lay flat against its head and head held low beside what looks to be a tomb.
This time, Umbra carried more than just ethers. There were a few elixirs in his pouch, as well as some provisions Ignis prepared. The fanciest thing would be two of his now perfected memory lane pastries, with actual ulwatt berries. Otherwise, they did not have the time.
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21/6/18 04:14 (UTC)He had sent Gentiana with Noctis' directions and instructions that he would know when the time was near.
There would be a change in the weather.
Even as Prompto got closer, climbing and weaving through the rock to the final shrine, he leaned against the trident, standing there with his arms raised, and spoke the words of prayer.
He hadn't had time to get on with the notebook again, but Gentiana had to be the next best thing. He stood, rain dripping on his head as he prayed and did the ritual as he always did, testifying that Noctis was the one true king.
The only indication that he was inside was Libertus, who had the politeness to stand leaning against the entrance.
Everything would be alright, as long as Ramuh believed him, but Prompto believed it so he must have. There was lightning crackling across the sky, thunder and electricity in the air, enough that Prompto's hair was standing up.
Still, he prayed.
He would get word to Noctis when this ritual was over.
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21/6/18 04:43 (UTC)One thing was certain, though: the Empire came.
Someone had tipped them off that a couple with a striking resemblance to the thought-dead prince and his bride were seen in the late king's car. Tried to capture them at the risk of countless civilians and refugees in Lestallum. They did not expect the protector to perform his role. Even with as few Arms as he held in the Armiger, or in his weakened state. Umbra had left just in time.
It wasn't long that they finally returned to Duscae, on chocoboback, because their car was stolen. The two royals and their retinue couldn't endanger their people more than necessary when they had to venture into civilization in order to resupply.
They had stopped at a haven north of the Disc, when Gentiana approached them.
King of the Stone. The Oracle awaits in the Eye of the Storm. To the King alone is this voice heard. To follow the path is the chosen way.
They journeyed to the first shrine, the others remaining behind as he lifted his hand to its surface. A lightning bolt struck, and in its glow, he recalled his time in Tenebrae with even more clarity. Meeting Gentiana for the first time, admitting he couldn't read most of the words on the pages of the Cosmogony...
Foreign hordes fear the true king's ascension and seek to block the path.
Thanks for the warning, Gentiana. Could do without the divine migraine, though.
They made their way westward to the second, leaving a path of destruction in their wake when they could not utilize stealth to avoid confrontation, and Noctis repeated the same he did with the first. Another lightning bolt, and another divine headache with the High Messenger telling him to go into Fociaugh Hollow.
Imagine his surprise when he saw not only the two divine dogs, but a former Glaive as well. "Libertus?"
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21/6/18 05:11 (UTC)Umbra and Pryna got up from where they were waiting and padded over to Noctis, pushing their heads under his hands for attention.
There was another bolt of lightning, streaking across the sky, and the sound of rolling thunder.
Noctis was likely to get licked by at least one of the dogs, messengers or not.
While they were distracting him, there was the a soft thump, and a little scrape that preceded footsteps.
Prompto himself emerged from the entrance, looking tired, leaning against the trident to hold himself up. He would need rest, he expected to be able to rest after forging an agreement with Ramuh.
What he was not expecting, was to cross paths with Noctis.
His eyes got wide.
"Noct."
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