So, here is the next chapter. Since collage is staring tomorrow, my updates will probably became slower when it comes to this story. So far, I hope you'll like the story :D Tell me what you think.
With heavy head, Kat woke up in a strange and unknown place. Her eyes wide at the sight of small space that held a bed, a small cooking furniture set and a small table. Kat stared down at her clothes, noticed they were the same clothes she wore the day of peace treaty sighing. Confused expression played on her face. Her memory was scattered. She could barely remember what happened. She thought over and over again, wondering if what she remembers is a dream or is she still in a dream.
However, memories came drifting inside her head like fired bullets. She remember finding out from Nyx that Princess Lunafreya was missing, then she held a conversation with a strange man that introduced to her as the Chancellor Ardyn Izunia. Cor then came, but the man she was speaking to disappeared as if he was never there. She remembers walking away with Cor when explosions started and her memory then blacked out. Painful headache appeared once again and she gripped her head with her hands.
"Ouch...." Kat groaned in pain. "What the hell...?"
Her mind was taken off the painful headache and at the door suddenly opening. Cor Leonis, the Marshal of Crownsguard in Insomnia, walked inside the strange room with grim expression on his face. Kat's eyes held confusion and pure wonder of what, where and how.
"You're finally up." Cor spoke emotionlessly as ever and thrown a pair of clothes in Kat's direction, which she managed to caught. "Dress up. We'll be leaving in 15 minutes." Cor turned to leave and Kat managed to break of state of trance.
"Hey!" She thrown the clothes on the bed and raised onto her feet. "What's happening?" Cor stopped in his track. "W-Where am I? Why are you here? And why the hell do I need to dress up and leave with you?" Questions kept on popping out inside her head, but her tongue couldn't cover them all.
"To keep this short..." Cor turned to face her with the grim expression he always wore. "You are here with me because you are the person His Majesty has been looking for." Kat raised her eyebrows at him in confusion. "The Necromancer." Her heart stopped beating for a moment inside her chest.
"What?" She let out a laugh. "Necromancer are dead. Niflheim made sure of it." Cor let out a scoff at her denying.
"When the Crystal was in danger, the Kings of the Lucii reached out to you, didn't they?" Memories of that moment came drifting inside her head, the moment she passed out from pain. "At that moment you possessed the eyes of the dead and you spoke the dead language." Cor explained to her. "Thought there is something different about you." He murmured in small tone that Kat couldn't understand.
"Did..." Sigh left her lips. "Did you tell anyone?"
"That is up to you." He answered and turned around. "Now, dress up! You've got 10 minutes."
When the door of the caravan closed loudly, Kat collapsed onto the bed. Her life at the moment was drifting in the feeling of being lost. She did not know what to think. One moment her life was all right, and then the other she was standing on a road that held many other roads, but she just didn't know what road to choose. Without spending another minute, Kat went to dress up into the clothes Cor gave her.
To her surprise, the clothes fit her well. They considerate: black combat boots with red soles and small heel, black skinny cargo pants, a belt, black tank top and black cargo jacket whose shelves she folded up to her elbows. Cor patiently waited outside while speaking to Cid, an old friend, telling him where he'll be waiting for Noctis and his companions once they arrive back to Hammerhead. Both of them were saddened by the King Regis's death that has been circling on the papers and all radio stations.
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⛦Final Fantasy XV⛦The Divine Necromancer
FanfictionShe was born only to take her first breath as her last. Dark magic and innocence do not mingle. But to Astrid Lumen, dark magic was her only choice. The child breathed. But the destiny of the resurrected child was far from perfection and innocence...