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A New Path: Chapter Two- A Missing Blade

Arriving at the car Prompto pulled the door open seeing Iris behind the wheel he decided to make a joke. “Oh no woman driver, we’re...all doomed.” He said sitting down in the seat. What he didn’t expect was to be Flicked right between the eyes when he turned toward the driver seat. “OW, hey.” His hands went up in defence.

“Woman Driver, I will have you know I am an excellent driver.” Iris said landing back in her seat after her assault on Promptos’ face.

“I was joking.” Prompto informed rubbing the stinging spot between his eyes.

Gladio hoped in the backseat of the car with a gruff laugh. “You should be lucky it wasn’t in the ear, I lost feeling for a day from that once.”

“You deserved that Gladdy.” Iris smiled from her spot putting her seatbelt back on.

“I did not.”

“Did to.”

“Did Not.”

Prompto smiled leaning back in the seat stretching out his legs, just happy to be off them. “So what’s this news I wouldn’t believe?”

“Well, seems the high council is crowning a new king.” Gladio said resting back in his seat as Iris went to driving them back to the castle.

“Ok, I heard that Blurted on the train a few minutes ago.” Prompto said half leaning on the center console looking back at gladio.

“Word is it’s going to be one of you CrownsGuards.” Iris piped in keeping her eyes on the road. “But that isn’t supposed to leave the castle.”

“The council is afraid if the public knows that beforehand there could be issues.” Gladio stated looking around the seat at Prompto as he processed the information. “Mostly since they are not sure how the people of the empire are going to take being under a person who once served to basically stop them.”

“Either way anyone picked is going to cause waves with one side or the other.” Prompto stated the obvious.

“I don’t know, you would speak for both sides pretty well.”

“PIFT Ha, Me?” The blond let out a long humored weeze before laughing. “Yeah that’s a long shot, like no way in a frozen hell, Gladio.”

“Never know, No one has heard anything about who they might have picked, and there are quite a few guys on the force worthy of the title.” Gladio informed, even if most of the CrownsGuard unit had died over the last few months. “I would have said they had chosen Cor,” He trailed off a bit. “But we found him the other day. Sadly he had succumb to his injuries... I just hope he did get his chance to see the sunrise one last time.”

Prompto looked down so many had died for what seems like so little at the same time. Though it only seemed that way from the amount lost to achieve the world they had now. “I’m sure he did Gladio,” He looked back to the brute in the backseat. “I’m sure he did.”

Gladio forced a smile and gave a nod. “Well besides that… Added Sad news.” He straighten in his seat. “Everyone is kinda hanging on for what the council will say...Oh turn here sis, we can stop by Ignis’s place since he won’t answer his damn phone.”

“You got it.” She said in her chipper voice trying to lighten the heavy air in the car.

“Did you Text...wait never mind. Maybe he lost his phone or it died and he knocked it up under something?”

“I’d give that benefit of the doubt, but the guy can hear a fly from forty yards. There is no way he wouldn’t have pinpointed it when it hit the floor.”

“Good point.” Prompto faced forward watching the dirty looking buildings pass by. “You think he’s ok, right?”

“Far as i know, last time we spoke he was irritated with the councils treatment of the information on our battle. Mostly because they want to write it out like it was nothing. Basicly that we stood around and did absolutly squat as Noctis Died for us. And the kicker That Noct only died from an injury from the ring, not that we found him pinned thru the heart to the throne.”

“The Fuck!...uh”

“I’ve heard worse.” Iris said checking her mirrors and switching lanes remembering where Ignis lived.

“Still sorry...But why the hell would they do that? I spent a long time under a knife having a broken blade removed from right there,” He motioned to where the stitches were in his chest. “I demand that to be written down. I don’t want to be remembered as a coward or useless guard. Or most importantly, that Noct just rolled over and died, just like that.”

“Trust me, you are not the only one. Specs was livid over the phone, and you know he’s angry when he starts swearing. ‘People need to know the tremendous odds we all stood against as a team’. Was all he kept saying.” Gladio informed eyeing the buildings. “Course that was two days ago, i haven’t heard from him since. Thinking of it we might have to bail him out if he took his attitude with him to speak with the council.”

“Can We Not let him live that down if that’s the case?” Prompto said looking back with that crooked smile of his.

He watched the giant in the backseat look like he was thinking it over before holding his fist out to the blond in front. The two fist bumped a promise that they wouldn’t if that was the story.

“Aww yeah,” Prompto was slightly overjoyed through the years he had always worried about being unwanted. But the dark haired brut he was once afraid of was probably one of the closest friends he ever had. Though that also extended to his little sister, Cindy, Cid, Talcott, and Ignis among the living.

Iris pulled along the curb, putting the car in park she looked to the two. “Your Stop.” she said giving her classic smile.

Prompto looked out the window and straight up the skyscraper, and felt his knee remind him who ran this show. “You think the lifts still work here?”

“They were not, last i had heard. You stay here with Iris i don’t want to hear you bitching the whole way up.”

“You mean you don’t want to spend the next four days going up 20 stories?”

“Exactly.” Shoving the door open Gladio grunted as he exited the car. Closing the door he motioned to Prom with two fingers to his eyes before pointing at him as he turned and headed into the building.

Prompto just shook his head with a roll of his eyes before attempting to move his leg to a more comfortable spot. “You’re Brother is something else.”

“He can be, he can be a pain at the same time.” Iris shut the motor off and rested back in the seat. “So How have you been Prompto? I have been meaning to ask for a few days since we gave you the ride home.”

“As good as one gets I suppose, Stitches are driving me crazy. ” He confessed, as speaking of the devils made them hurt and itchy.

“You should keep them covered with a bandage so they don’t dry out to much, And so you can scratch them to your heart's content.” She informed looking up at the buildings around them through the windshield. “But I guess they don’t give you as much trouble as your leg.” She added noting he was still searching for a spot for it to rest comfortably.

“It wasn’t hurting when I woke up this morning, so I made the dumb choice to skip pills. I was doing fine till i hit the stairs at the station, But here I am... i just hate taking the pills though.”

“Why is that?”

“Uh, gees how to explain that i mean the first day it was fine some discomfort but I did get a few things done around the apartment, Ten years of dust what can i say. I think everyone in this City is dealing with that.” He saw Iris’s head nod all to knowing of the feeling. “Then yesterday I was in such a deep medication fog, it wasn’t even funny. Well actually it might have been hullarious from the outside looking in. All I remember was the conscious thought that somewhere in the span of time I was having a very long conversation with my television… I think... no i'm quite sure I was high on painkillers.” The confession had him chuckling.

“Oh my.” She giggled.

Gladio finally made it to the floor Ignis’s flat was on, winded from the damaged ribs he headed down the hall at a slightly slower pace. Uptight central as he called it was still, for the ten year abandonment in good shape. Organized though the once living plants in the hallways where now dead. Go figure the building had the best filtration system as it seemed liked someone had basically vacuum sealed it once they left. Obviously being the right hand had more privileges than being a shield, but even though it was pleasant on the eye Gladio never wanted to know what one had to do to stay in a building like this.

His heavy boots stopped at the gold lettered door that had been one of the hangout places of what seemed like forever ago. Though something wasn’t quite right, with one knock on the door it moved partly open. Totally un Ignis like to leave doors unlocked for one and two not secured in place, pushing the solid wood door open only made his suspicions worse.

Iris jumped a bit at Prompto suddenly grabbing his chest, for a moment she thought something was seriously wrong with him till he fished his phone from his pocket. She wanted to punch him in the shoulder but figured it wasnt a nice gesture given she would be hitting him near where his stitches where.

Hitting the accept button on his phone gladios face came over the screen. “What’s up G man?” Prompto asked not really sure how to make the facial expressions of the Shield on the phone.

“He’s Not Here.”

“Well he could be out doing stuff, he maybe blind but that doesn’t mean he wants to be trapped in his house all day.” Prompto informed, thinking Maybe Ignis was out acquiring his weight in Ebony coffee, he swore at certain points in the day the Strategist probably would Bleed It, if you cut him.

“No, i mean he is not here.”

Prompto watched as the phone turned around, instead of the hyper organized room there was blank walls and floors.

“There is nothing here, i checked all the rooms the place is deserted.”

“Maybe he moved? I mean the power still isn’t on in this section. The silents must have drove him crazy.” Prompto informed as Gladio turned the phone back to himself. “You know how he hated it.” He watched the brut on the screen raise a irritated lip.

“Something Don’t smell right Prompto.” Gladio said having two things come to mind. One either the blond gunmen was right and Ignis moved to somewhere more suitable for the time being and somehow completely out of character, not notified them of his new location...Or… Two as protocol all personal effects are collected and moved to a holding area for family and or friends to collect on the event of the Death of a guardsmen. Where Ignis’s Injures that bad? He remembered the conversations with the bladesmen. Broken ribs, a shattered wrist, and internal injuries but he had been reassured that he was alright, and had been cleared by the hospital and to not worry.

“You know when facetiming i can see the wheels turning in your head, and your face looking like a ghost just floated by ISN’T actually helping right now.” Prompto informed not liking the expressions that were crossing the shields face as they were waiting on him to speak.

“I’m headed down don’t call me back.”

The Screen went to the black call ended screen before his phone shifted to the the many different colored apps he had. Prompto kind of stared at his phone for a minute.

“Uh, what the hell just happened?”

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A New Path:Chapter1-The Broken Guardsmen

Summery: Post FFXV,

The world recovering from the damages of war and the darkness arises with a new king, one directly bonded with the crystal of their star. Having no real choice in the matters at hand the Blind King ascends his throne to protect the people of Eos from the dark deamon hordes that still roam the lands and to unite the people under the new sun. Though he is unsure of his new found duties and the tasks at hand, Royal Adviser Argentum sets forth to be the best he possibly can as he recovers from injuries sustained in the final battle with the darkness. As he attempts to keep his heart and head on the correct paths. Also recovering Amicitia Finds his new position within the kingdom to be far more difficult than he expected as larger responsibilities are laid on him as well as getting use to being the shield to his new king

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Chapter 1: The Broken Guardsmen

A disgusted look crossed a worn face, as his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror as he opened his faded wardrobe. A slender hand ran across a still healing scar on his chest, the sting persisted from the stitches holding him together. The Red scars over old, a gash over his nose, to the sick purplish, bluish, green bruises covering his body, all seemed to only stand out more on his pale skin. It had only been a little over a week since the Suns return from a ten year hiatus, but it wasn’t like everyone was hitting the beaches to tan just yet. And it wasn’t like he was very tan before the whole event, but he looked sickly white compared to what once was. The Shaggy haired blond grimaced pulling a dark colored yet elaborate silver detailed front tank top over his head, grabbing the wide leather bracelet out of habit closing the armoires he kept his things in with a deep sigh. Another day in the apocalypse in the light, heading for the door he snapped the bracelet over the barcode on his wrist. Straightening the strap of leather before he lifted the CrownsGuard coat off the hook on the back of the door throwing it on as he stepped out of his apartment. At least with the long sleeves and below his ass tail on the jacket it made sure most of the damage he suffered was hidden. The Slight limp he had wasn’t as easy to hide as the bruises, yet luckily it wasn’t a long walk to the train that would take him across town to the castle.

As he walked his cell phone buzzed in his breast pocket of his jacket, glad he had stuffed it in there before his morning shower he went digging for the device. Once out and firmly in hand he hit the green accept.

“Damn it Prompto Where are you?” Came the gruff voice of Gladio as he lifted the phone to his ear.

“Well good morning to you too, I’m headed to the Train Station as we speak.” Prompto said weaving through a few city folk. “What’s the rush anyway?”

“You are not going to believe the shit I have to say, So hop your ass on that train i’ll pick you up at the station.” The beeping told him the call had ended.

Prompto gave a look to his phone before flicking his eyebrows in a sort of shrug. What would he not believe exactly? Curiosity had him, he shoved his phone back in his pocket as he made the short yet painful trip up the stairs to the station. Yeah that knee was going to be something he was going to live the rest of his life with, he thought. Looking to the large analog clock, he nodded to himself before walking over and leaning on the elaborate base. Taking the weight off his bad leg he rested his head back, maybe he should have taken the pain killers he was given. But at least there was something to lean on for three minutes, and he hoped his knee doesn’t blow walking to the train.

Running his fingers through his hair his head turned hearing the blaring horn from the train that would take him across town. The screeching sound and rumbling of the train coming to a stop just angered his knee and stitches more. Pushing off the clock he headed toward the doors that parted as a flow of people exited the train. After all the passengers filed off he slipped in claiming one of the open window length seats. If anything he didn’t want to get caught standing the whole trip as the tracks may still have been in service but some areas still needed to be smoothed out. The dinging warning that the doors were closing meant there was going to be light passengers for this trip. Music to his ears as he wouldn’t have to worry about a full train and people bumping into him.

His peaceful trip come to an end when he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in six years.

“Hey, You’re that Argentum Guy, Prompto right?”

Oh for the love of Six strike him down now. Prompto turned his head to the man in question that dropped down in the seat next to him.

“It’s your old buddy ol pal Dino, Dino Ghiranze yous guys did a couple jobs for me back in the day.” Same Grey hair same irritating face.

“Yeah I remember, I almost was eating by a giant bird because of you.” Prompto informed crossing his arms attempting to not start anything with the ‘reporter’

“Awe, but you weren't.” Dino made himself comfortable setting his arm along the back of the seats. “So’s you got any news to tell? Any juicy tales from the battlefield, how about yous guys fight at the castle bringing back our glorious sun?”

“I have No Comment.” Prompto wasn't going to take responsibility for what he might do if the guy leaned any closer to him. He wasn’t sure if it was the whole blackmail to get jewels for the guy, or his twisted stories he had been so lucky to read over the years, but he just didn’t like this guy.

“Awe come on a reporter has to report something, How about any word on the News from the castle?”

Sighing he shook his head, “Look I was just sort of let out of the hospital so i’m not exactly up to date on the current events.”

“Hospital? You look to be in one piece.” Dino leaned back in his seat crossing his legs. “Glad to see you in one piece though, So did the other two wict you make it?”

So word wasn’t traveling to far, He gave a simple nod as an answer. Yeah they had made it through ungodly battles with gods and old kings and like a million deamon horde. Yet here they were broken and beaten but still standing.

“Wells that’s good news, not much is getting past the council where yous guys fight is concerned. But It’s Obvious yous guys won the battle and there are lots of confirmed victories from the glaives making headlines. Course most want to hear how the team of four worked out.. Guess i should extend my condolences for the loss of your friend and our last king Noctis. May he Rest In Peace.”

Prompto sat forward and hung his head, like he needed to be reminded of that. It was hard enough to walk to the castle that day knowing that at least one of them wasn’t returning. But with Dino saying it only made it all sink in, his best friend, before he knew he was a friend wasn’t coming back this time.

“Awe Gee, i didn’t mean to upset yah.” Dino said having seen the CrownsGuards reaction.

“No, it’s fine. Thank you for the condolences.” Prompto said sitting back up feeling a little more dead inside.

“HEY EVERYONE THE COUNCIL IS GOING TO NAME A NEW KING!”

Prompto wasn’t quite sure how far back in the train car that news had come from but it had the irritating one out of his seat.

“Well now that’s a story, was good talking to yous tell the other two I said Hi would yah? Keep in touch, Kapish.”

“Oh... yeah, sure.” Prompto said as the grey haired reporter headed off to find the voice. He sighed with relief as he didn’t have to deal with Dino anymore, but then his brain took over. Who, what, and wow that was fast. The thoughts running through his head, Who could be King? Did Noct have some Secret brother? Or Was there some other royal family that was in line to take over after...no. Wait Maybe that was what Gladio was on about, with the information he would never believe?

He felt the train slowing as they arrived at his stop, Crown City, Center Station to be exact. The central point almost every train stopped at this station from around the crown city. Since it was the closest stop to the Castle towers building, funny he had been there less than two weeks ago and had to walk there on foot after the Regalia was wrecked. Which he needed to ask about that car, if anything he didn’t want to see it sitting in a junkyard.

Once the train came to a complete stop Prompto pushed himself to his feet and walked his busted body out of the train car.

“Prompto!”

He turned to the sound of Gladios voice, not like a six six tower with coal black hair was hard to miss in full CrownsGuard attire with his arm in a sling.

‘Gladio, Hows the Arm?” Prompto ask heading over to him about as fast as his knee was going to let him.

“Probably feeling about as good as your knee is. Why are you not wearing the brace?”

“Because the brace can’t be worn with the boots, and i’ll settle for what keeps my kneecap in place at this point. So Where is the car before it blows out and you have to carry my ass?”

“HA! Yeah i’ll one arm dead carry you if that’s the case.” He joked, Gladio wasn’t much better off one arm broken in two places along with a few fractured ribs, and guessing covered in just as many bruises and scratches as Prompto. He turned and headed for the stairs down to the street, Gladio kept his steps short for his shorter legged friend.

“So where is Iggy?” Prompto asked using the railing more than he wanted as he made his way down the stairs.

“I don’t know, i haven’t heard from him in a couple days, but he’s probably doing what we should be and recovering. Course he might also be super busy with the council putting together the memorial, which is something i need to ask about today. Don’t let me forget that.”

“Ok, I’ll forget to tell you about remembering the thing you want to ask about.” Prompto said trying to lighten the mood and it was easier to say through his teeth.

Gladio shook his head looking over his shoulder slowing to a stop. “Thanks, and are you ok? I didn’t know a pale guy could go that pale and still be standing.”

“CAR, Just keep walking.” Prompto grunted walking past him only to have Gladio switch his walking pace to match.

“Sit in the front, it’s the blackish one there in the middle.” gladio half ass pointed with his busted arm.

“Sucks breaking your dominant arm doesn’t it?” Prompto stated seeing the gesture as he b-lined for the car in question. He had done that once as a kid falling from a tree trying to get the perfect photo over the wall, but it did get him out of a few writing class assignments which made it not all bad.

“No Doubt.”

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Please forgive me as i haven't actually played this game since i lack a new enough console, so not all characters or places will be 100% cannon but i will attempt to do my best. Constructive Criticism is welcome as well as feedback so i can improve my writing skills.

This is also a open contorting head cannon for the concept idea that is in a constant state of change so hold onto your butts, because i don't even know where this is going at this point. It's Promnis with a Demi God Ignis is my only complete thought.

Anyway Thanks for reading!

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