@mind-held
Night had fallen.
Noctis had been on the edge of the small pier for what must have been hours, but he had long since set down his rod.
He had hoped that fishing would take his mind off things, even just for a few minutes, but it hadn't. How could it? His home was in ruins and his father was dead.
Nothing could distract him from that and it was tearing him up from the inside.
He'd been out having the time of his life while his father was taking his last breath, while his city was falling. It wasn't right.
He'd felt guilty at first, for not being there, but that soon turned to anger. The Empire had been invited in and they had murdered his father at the signing of a peace treaty.
It was cowardly.
Noctis didn't intend to let them get away with their crime. He'd tear Niflheim to the ground if he had to. He'd drive a blade through the Emperor's heart and–
Footsteps interrupted his thoughts and he spun around. Aside from his friends, who knew not to bother him, few people would be out so late.
"Who's there?" He questioned, his fingers twitching, ready to summon a weapon should he need to.













