Final Fantasy XV - The Light Of Dawn

Chapter 25: Blood Of The Oracle

Ignis looked to Phoebe who had finished her meal upon night claiming the land around them, taking her plate and washing it, sat with the others around her as he questioned her about her scars. "Phoebe, I understand if you don't trust all of us but I only ask out of concern, how did you come by such scars? They are not from battle, I assume."

Shaking her head, Phoebe spoke up, clutching her moogle toy to her chest. "I understand why you'd ask..They're not from a fight, I despise it. Back home in Tenebrae, mother and I were held captive in the Fenestella Manor tower, we were only allowed to leave when mother performed her healing magicks on the people in the area and even then we were watched at all times. Anytime I misbehaved, the Magitek Troopers would use their guns the smack me, their armoured hands to smack me, leaving behind scars that'll never EVER heal."

Immediately, Noctis pulled her into a tight embrace, wanting nothing more than to keep her safe. Naturally, this would be easier said than done but he was willing to step up and become anything she needed. Keeping her safe was his number one priority now and everyone decided to call it a night.

Meanwhile in Lestallum, Lunefreya had just arrived with the refugee's who ended up sitting in the Leville waiting to be sorted into their rooms for the night and after changing into her oracle gown, this was when an elderly man entered with a taller man at his side.

"Good evening, Lady Lunafreya. My name is Jerod." Jerod bowed as he entered. "This man is a survivor of the glaives that made it out of Insomnia. His name is Lucas Garcia. You have met his sister Ashley, I assume."

"It is a pleasure, my lady." Lucas bowed to her as he gave her a gentle smile.

Lucas Garcia was a 6,4 male with dark brown hair, a blonde streak ran down one side of his hair and unlike other glaives, his garb was white, purple and gold. His weapon of choice were daggers infused with oracle magic and his shades were a gift from his sister.

"Likewise. Yes I have met Ashley. She died protecting the king, as was her duty." Lunafreya looked down, bowing her head slightly as she remembered every moment of the scene before herself, Phoebe and Nyx.

"Word of my sisters death reached me shortly after I left the city on evacuation detail. Naturally, she will be missed by those back home in Galahad but she will live on by those who she called both family and friends." Lucas nodded before continuing. "However, to mourn my sister is not why I am here. I am here, my lady, to be asigned as your personal bodyguard. We cannot allow you nor the ring falling into enemy hands after all. I assume you have it with you?"

"I do." Lunafreya then extended out her hand to him, revealing the ring of the lucii in her palm. "Phoebe gave it to me after Nyx and Libertus helped her spirit it away from the citadel and we left the walls of the city."

"That is well. We will need to keep moving if we are to keep you safe, Lady Lunafreya." Lucas offered his hand to her as she took it and stood up, putting the ring away and grabbing her trident. "I am sure Phoebe is with her father as we speak. I had instructed an ex-imperial to ensure her safety in Hammerhead."

"I am in your debt." Lunafreya smiled then bowed. "We should move now while it's quiet. I trust you have some sort of light with you?"

"Even better, I managed to secure us a car from Hammerhead, the last one they had with headlights from the crown city. They will allow us to travel easier during the night and keep you from being seen. If we move now, we can avoid any unneeded attention."

"Agreed, Let us be off then."

Jerod smiled as he watched the two leave the room. "Be safe, both of you and if you come across the king and princess in your travels, please give them my regards."