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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The royal retinue stood at the foot of the volcano, their chocobos refusing to get any closer. They dismounted the birds and continued on foot. As they drew closer to the path that would lead them up the side of the volcano, Makina came to a stop when another roar resonated from the volcano.
Gladiolus was a few feet behind her and stopped when she did. "Getting cold feet?"
"No, but..." Her eyes focused on the path ahead. "Fel is quite temperamental. From her cries, she sounds more furious than injured."
Prompto stiffened. "We're not in danger, are we?"
"I'm not, but I can't say the same for you four. When we do come face to face with her, I ask that you all keep your distance. I wouldn't want Fel to attack you guys."
"So, um..." He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "Stay away from the killer dragon. Got it. Don't need to tell me twice."
Arriving at an uphill rocky trail, the group braced themselves for the climb. The path wasn't extremely steep, but they would need to pace themselves to avoid tiring themselves out too soon. It wasn't far up the path did they start to feel the burn in their legs.
Gladiolus slowed his pace and grunted. "Just think about what's waiting at the top."
Following behind the shield was Prompto. "Let me guess: one aching back and two very sore feet."
Gladiolus scoffed as he stared at the blonde's smaller stature. "Like you couldn't use some meat on those legs of yours."
"Just ignore him, Prom," Makina joined in before deciding to make a playful jab. "I hear the more muscle you have, the less your brain functions."
The sharpshooter laughed while the brute groaned. She prided herself in being able to make a jab that Gladiolus wasn't able to make his own smart response on the spot. He was often quick to jab back, but this time he didn't. She had won this battle. Being ahead of him, she cast a victorious smirk over her shoulder at him. All she received in response was an eye roll.
Following behind Noctis, she trekked carefully over the hardened magma that covered the path. The igneous rock made the path uneven, meaning she or the others could trip if they weren't careful.
Not too far up the path, she spotted a couple of saphyrtails. The medium-sized scorpions skittered around, blocking the way forward. Before Noctis could summon his engine blade and warp, she conjured the bow of Aos and fired an arrow. The arrow split into two and impaled the creatures simultaneously. Their bodies fell to the ground on their backs, their legs curling inward.
She lowered the bow the moment the prince peered over his shoulder at her. Smiling, she dispelled the weapon. "Gotta be quicker next time, sweetheart."
Ignoring the term of endearment--which has never bothered him nor flustered him--Noctis eyed her accusingly. "Did you cheat?"
