The capture (Rewrite)

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The night was getting longer and colder, as  Ignis was driving to a secluded area. Noctis had just lost his dad, his only family left. The camp area they stopped at was a few miles away from home, surrounded by a lot of trees. The sky shimmered with blue stars, which,  after losing a role model and a father, seemed  empty and meaningless to the group.
After setting up a camp, Noctis was anxious, "I'm going to walk around the woods for a minute to clear my head," he said.
Prompto looked up from his camera, "I dont belive that s a good idea... what if a daemon pops up out of nowhere?" Ignis nodded his head in agreement.
"I just need to be alone for a minute, I dont plan on walking that far." Noctis defended himself.
"Well then let one of us go with you just in case something goes wrong." Ignis insisted.
"Please just drop it guys, im going by myself." Noctis said irritated.
The group was silent, indicating that they were no longer going to fight back. Noct turned around and walked into the woods.
When he got into a clear opening in the woods, he sat down at the base of a tree, contemplating the rapid events that had taken place only a moment ago. His eye looked up to the sky, they seemed distant.
He had the urge to cry, but the thoughts of his late father were too overwhelimg to do so. 'I'm sorry I wasnt there to help...' sworms of negative thoughts formed in his head. He punched the ground in aggravation.
But not even a second later, an Imperial ship had appeared out of nowhere right above the openeing of the trees.
"Damn it.." Noct whispered to himself. He readied his sword for the upcoming battle.
Not being sure if he can take them on, but he refuses to back down from a fight with the people who murdered his father in cold blood. Soldier started to jump out of the opening door of the ship, there are too many to count.
Not giving them a chance to fight back Noct warps toward the first set of soldiers slicing at the their weapons to disarm them. But coming from the ship were more soldiers shooting at him, grazing his arm, making him lose focus with the soldiers on the ground.
Noct warped around the first set of soldiers to disarm the rest, but a loud booming voice from the airship said, "Get him."
Out of nowhere, Noctis was then surrounded by tons of Soldiers. Many of them grabbing at his arms and forcing him to his knees.
"You will make a great asset to the team, Prince." the voice sounds familiar, "Lower the ship, and get him in."
The ship is then lowered to the ground, and a bag it pulled over Noctis's head.
"Let me go!" He yells, Noct starts to pull back and struggle. 

   The group had heard the gun shots and yelling from the camp and came running as fast as they can, weapons ready. But by the time they had made it to the scene, They had started to load Noct onto the ship.
Prompto then started firing at the guards, while Ignis and Gladio started to charge at Noct's capturers.
A small group of armed soldiers blocked the entrance to the ship, making it almost impossible for Ignis and Gladio to fight on their own.
Leaving the group of soldiers behind, the doors of the ship begin to close as well as fly into the sky.
"Get back to the car now!" Ignis instructed to Prompto and Gladio. the group starts to run back to the camp site, ignoring all there camping gear and following the aircraft as best they can within the dark.
"Were losing them Ignis!" Prompto said worried.
"Prompto you need to learn to keep your mouth shut, we wont lose him" Gladio said iritated. "They can't go far, the aircraft looked small, and made to travel short distances.  If we do lose them, it'll be really easy to pick up on their trail once again." Ignis explained.
A worried look is written on Prompto's face, "I hope so."
*Noctis*
   Noct wakes up, tied to a uncomfortable chair. The bag is still covering his face. He tries to break free, but its useless. He feels a cold metal bracelet being places around his right wrist.
He can't hear anything, and his heart is beating a mile a minute in worry for himself and for his friends.

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