Iona, the twin world of Eos. Torn asunder by a cataclysmic event, only two survived. King Fellux Naxan Valtreus and his daughter, Makina Hexxus Valtreus, fled to Eos and found sanctuary. As the last survivors who carry the blood of the mighty dragon...
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After having been dragged through various tunnels by the snake-like daemon, Prompto managed to yank his arm free and conjured his pistol. He shot at the creature that imprisoned him and Makina. Pulling the trigger, the bullet pierced its body. It hissed and shrieked as its scaly tail unwound from around their bodies.
The marksman grunted as his body collided with the ground. Hand shaking as he held his gun, he watched the daemon make a quick retreat. He sighed in relief and dispelled his weapon. The only things he could hear were his rapid breathing and racing heart. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, but he wasn't able to calm down entirely.
"This day is the worst..." He muttered to himself.
Getting to his feet, Prompto saw they were in a part of Fociaugh Hollow that was open. It wasn't a narrow tunnel, it was a vast chamber. Seeing there were no daemons around, he then realized that Makina had yet to move. Rushing to her side, he sunk to his knees beside her and checked on her. "Makina?" He shook her gently but received no response. Dread consumed him as he started to panic. He tried to wake her.
It wasn't until he started shaking her shoulders did he notice the streaks of blood cascading down the right side of her face. He gasped in horror at seeing the gash along her forehead that was located near her hairline. "O-Oh, six...!" He patted his pockets to check for anything that could help her, but he didn't have any curatives on him. It also didn't help that the only viable healer in their group was knocked unconscious and the one who needed help.
Prompto removed his vest and tucked it underneath Makina's head to provide her some comfort. He worriedly tapped his fingers against his thighs as he tried to think of what he could do. He thought about looking for the others, but he didn't want to leave the princess unattended in case the snake daemon returned.
While pondering ideas, Prompto heard Gladiolus shouting his name. "Prompto! Are you okay? Where's the princess?"
"No, I'm not okay! This place is literally the worst!" Prompto bellowed. "Makina's hurt and she won't wake up! And why did it have to be a snake?! That thing dragged us all the way over here!"
"We'll find a way to reach you both!" Ignis hollered back.
After having heard Makina's condition, Noctis haphazardly warped across the cavern and wound up being ambushed by daemons. Ignis and Gladiolus were quick to find a way to reach the prince before he was overwhelmed by the enemies.
On the other hand, Prompto remained where he was. He refused to abandon the princess. He feared the snake daemon would return and try to take her if he left her unattended. He watched from a distance as his friends fought against the daemons. His attention was drawn back to Makina when he heard a painful groan.
The blonde scrambled over to her and sunk to his knees. He helped her sit up by placing a hand on her back. "Oh, thank the gods you're awake!"
The snowy-haired girl blinked a few times. Her vision cleared as she pressed a hand against her achy head. "Astrals above... I feel like I've been hit by a truck..." She felt the warm trickle of blood and dabbed her finger against the right side of her forehead. She winced when her finger grazed against the cut along her hairline. "What happened?"
