5. Calling of His Heart
Category: Stories

The night was calm... quiet... tranquil even. The boys had booked a hotel for the night, all seemed like it would be a peaceful night, but not for Noctis. He fell into a rather deep state of sleep, his subconscious awakening in a rather peculiar place... he looked around in the darkness, the only light? from a platform he stood on that seemed go be etched and crafted in stained glass.. with his image? the perpendicular pattern behind his image were the faces of Prompto, Ignis, Gladio, Luna, Gentiana and Iris. He knelt down to have a closer look at his image, before standing and beginning to walk around to see if he could find a way out.. that is until.. the darkness opened up beneath him and pulled him in. Try as he might, he could not get free, ending up on another platform— a broken image of himself? what was the meaning of this?! he glanced to find another figure that seemed to be attacking his image; Ardyn. Noctis gasped as he suddenly made sense of this platform. He ran only to be consumed once more... to another platform.. this time.. it was a younger, innocent Noctis, curled around his father’s Carbuncle and a silhouette of Regis looking down at the boy. 

Noctis dropped to his knees and surveyed his hand across the image of himself, remembering those times. The Carbuncle illuminated, he stood up as a door had appeared. Noctis looked at the door and slowly approached it, he reached out, the door suddenly flung open with a blinding light. He shields his eyes as he was transported to yet another platform, though this one seemed more peaceful.. his future self with, in the throne and leading his kingdom. He closed his eyes as he began to process this all.... a roar was heard from the abyssal darkness around. Alert, Noctis drew out his Engine Blade and prepared for battle. A shadow of Bahamut suddenly rose up from the depths... Noct’s eyes widened, but shook away his fears as the battle began. He wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon at this rate...