“You will die for the King of Light, Amon. Your death will help usher the world back into the light.”
Amon finally got the chance to meet Noctis in the midst of a battle and all he could do was stare in shock. This---this ‘boy’ was the ‘Chosen King’ who was to deliver the world from darkness? It couldn’t be. He wasn’t anything more than a child who seemed uninterested in their school lectures. “Gods.” The purple haired male whispered to himself. “Bahamut has really made a mistake this time.” He took a step forward and passed by all of the fallen magitek until he stood only a few feet from the prince. Of course, he couldn’t approach him without his friends standing in front of him to inquire about who Amon was. He had expected as much---in fact, he had been briefed on his cousin’s ‘friends’.
“You are Noctis Lucis Caelum?” The soldier asked with a tilt of his head, blue hues scanning the boy with curiosity. The Crystal had seriously chosen him as the one who would save them all? Amon almost wanted to laugh and inform his friends that they were putting their faith in the wrong person. “Do you know who I am, Noctis?”
That was a stupid question of course. Noctis probably knew nothing of him or of his father’s past within the Lucian bloodline. How much was Amon to reveal to the prince? Would revealing anything ruin any of Bahamut’s revelations? Maybe if he told him the truth, Noctis could ensure his own victory. Maybe he would ‘wake up’ from his childish inhibitions. “I haven’t got the time to give you a full rundown on who I am, unfortunately….but I’ll allow you to commit me to memory.”
Amon reached up and removed the mask from his face, revealing the scars underneath. He saw a few of the boy’s friends wince, but he ignored them. The stares of people when they saw his true face had grown old a long time ago. “I am the son of someone that you have met.” There were inquisitive looks on the group’s face but he did not elaborate any further. “And you know who quite well. In fact, we’re cousins!” He replaced the mask on his face and sighed heavily.
“I do not want to die for a child who is scared of his own shadow.” Amon began to take a few steps back toward the airship that had carried him there. He tilted his head again and made a disappointed ‘tsk’. “Grow up. That’s all the advice I can give you, cousin. Life is about to get quite difficult for you. For all of us.” He motioned to Noctis’ friends standing nearby. “I’m rooting for you. Don’t disappoint us.” He boarded the ship but kept his eyes on the prince. It was such a curious, curious thing how the Crystal worked. It chose who it liked and who it deemed the best fit for the jobs ahead.
Could it be wrong this time?
No. Amon decided that it couldn’t. Noctis just hadn’t bloomed into the man he was supposed to be, yet. In time, everything would come to a full circle and everyone would fulfill their destinies.
