A young child is labeled as an outcast and shunned by her own village, seen as only a threat to everyone in Solis, the Village of the Sun. With no one to care for her, she depends on herself to survive in the harsh lifestyle of her village, but her...
Hey guys, I just wanted to show you all what Nuraya looked like real quick, so I put some drawings that I drew of her down below, although for some reason she looks WAY more pale than she really is. Her hair color is a little darker and her shin tone is medium to light tan. I also included her weapons that she will be using in this story as well! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!
(A.N.: And I also remembered that I forgot to add the Crownsguard logo on the back of her black top >_<)
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The five of us stood tall before the King sitting on his extravagant throne in the Citadel. He looked down at us with a serious gaze, especially at his son, the prince of Lucis. With a strong, booming voice, King Regis spoke with the authoritive tone of a strong ruler that echoed throughout the room.
"The decreed hour is come," he booms, "Set forth with my blessing, Prince Noctis." Noctis, who stood before his father, bowed his head respectfully, but barely makes any form of eye contact.
"Thank you...Your Majesty," he says. Although I couldn't see his face, I could sense that something was bothering him. I turned my attention back to the King, who stared down at his son while the rest of us, Gladiolus, Ignis, Prompto, and I, watched silently as the King spoke.
"Take your leave, and go in the grace of the gods," King Regis commands.
"Right," Noctis mutters as he straightened his posture before brushing past Gladio and descends down the stairs without another word to his father. The four of us watched as Noctis walked away, then turned to the King to bow quickly before following after the moody prince. As I made it down to the last few steps I stopped to look up at the King, who wore a troubled expression on his face. Our eyes met and I gave him a reassuring smile with a nod towards Noctis before catching up to the guys in a jog.
We exited the Citadel and made our way down the flight of stairs to our awaiting car, the Regalia.
"Well, princes will be princes," Prompto comments.
"So much for royal protocol," Ignis says.
"Not like you had to deliver a formal address," Gladio chimes in.
