Final Fantasy XV One-Shots (Final Fantasy XV Fanfiction)

The Brother

The Chosen has failed.

The words spoken to Somnus Lucis Caelum had reverberated with the God's anger. Not directed at the first or last Kings of Lucis, no. Only at The Accursed who had won against their Champion.

The Founder King of Lucis stood before the Bladekeeper in the realm of the Crystal. He had been summoned here by Bahamut as they were in dire straits. Ardyn had defeated and imprisoned the final king of Lucis.

The only means to end the Darkness once and for all was now in the hands of the enemy.

The dragon God, as always, was a sight to behold. A creature of immense size with an array of swords mimicking wings on either side. He was clad in splendid armor with a mask obscuring his face.

"What can we do?" Somnus asked. He refused to believe this was the end. The Gods and the Lucis Caelum bloodline had spent countless years hoping and planning for another outcome. He would not allow everything they sacrificed to be in vain.

We can give but one more chance. Take our remaining power and free the last King. The God commanded the first of the favoured line. The Chosen is to be a lure for the Gods... And we are no match for the Accursed's foul strength for he possesses the ability to corrupt even the Divine.

Somnus felt the God's anger at having to admit the last part.

It must fall to you, the Brother, to free the Chosen and allow him to fulfill his destiny.

"As you command," Somnus replied, bowing his head and accepting his role. It was something he had always done regardless of the pain it would cause him.

Just a little longer, the man thought to himself. And we will all be free... Even you, Ardyn.

Bahamut disappeared and the realm began to shine. The dark-haired man felt an overwhelming surge of energy as the light touched him. His body burned with the power that Bahamut and the Crystal bestowed upon him. The covenants Somnus once made, many years in the past, were renewed and strengthened.

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Somnus awoke on his back, facing the sky. No stars shined, no moon was visible. The darkness enveloped all.

The Founder King pushed himself up, feeling dizziness overtake him. Despite his disorientation, he forced himself to his feet. He stood on trembling legs, having not had a physical body in over 2000 years. He needed some time to adjust.

The ancient man took several moments to marvel at the sensations he had been unable to experience for two millennia. He could feel the uneven roughness of the ground beneath his feet. The soft breeze against his skin. The slight chill in the air.

The man pressed a hand to his chest, almost able to feel his heart beating once more. He closed his eyes, savouring it all.

It had been a long time since he had been mortal.

Snapping out of it quickly, Somnus then looked around. It was dark but he could sense no Daemons nearby. That seemed a little strange, considering how prevalent they were all over the world. Maybe the Bladekeeper had done something to drive them off?

In the distance, the Founder could see lights. A settlement no doubt. It would not take long to walk to even if it would be a tad more difficult in the dark.

As if reacting to his thoughts, a soft light began to surround Somnus. It was enough to illuminate his surroundings so he would not stumble into any obstacles. The man smiled, and offered a quick thank you to whatever Astral had done that for him.