Noctis's pov
I layed there on a thick branch of a massive tree. Sleeping soundly. A sound of a whizz far away stirred me awake. 'the hell was that?' i turned my head in that direction as a massive fireball erupted, and a following boom echos through the forest.
"The fuck?" I climbed down fast. But stopped myself from moving towards it. "Do ya have a deathwish Noctis?" I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. "What a productive start to a day, absolutely amazing."
I hear a voice from behind me, soft. Too soft for a soldier. "Daddy?" It said. I turned immediately backwards drawing my blade and looked around. Nothing, or more specifically.. no one was even there.
"I must be hearing things" i dismissed it, messaging my temples. And my stomach growls louder than a whale looking for a mate. "Right.. what even kept me moving? Was that trashy food back at my old camp super or something.."
I searched through myself before remembering something important. "Fuck... I forgot to take it with me when i stole that guys clothes" i facepalm, sigh, and go back to the camp I burned.
"There's gotta be plenty at those two dead guys."
"Karma, i guess." I moved on the front part of my foot, faster and silent. And spotted the crimson on the snow "not hard to mis-" i heard another whizz. I managed to See the thing that whizzed through the air, it looked like a red sphere.
And then another loud bang erupts from the back. "Holy shit... Monstrous." I stood there looking at the sky before snapping back to reality. "Right, food. Yeah there it is." I dug through the bodies of the two dead guards.
"This should be enough for... About two weeks. Should be enough time to find an ally before then." I hide it in the deep pocket of the trench coat I was wearing.
A whizz, followed by several others flash past me as massive explosions erupt. My eyes widend. "The explosions keep getting closer... I gotta go, quick." I turned my head looking around.. "no rush... There's time." I spot a massive Mountain on the north left.
I ran. Fast. "Nevermind, yes rush. Otherwise I'll get turned into red fucking mist. I'm not some hero." The mountain is a bit far, and lord knows what awaits there. But I just continued moving, i found a smaller hill. But big enough to look past the forest.
I stared at the sight of the explosions, i put a hand to my mouth. Forcing myself to hold back a puke. The white snow turned into a hellish bloody black. "Just what the hell is happening?!" This could prove dangerous.
Questions flooded my mind, but i could only just run. I was already isolated, but if i wanna survive... I'll have to hide my head. And I ran... My steps leaving prints into the snow that the wind covers up behind me.
But i stopped, a huge marching of enemy soldiers. Behind the wavy terrain they took as a shield to march safely. I stopped instantly. As panic and fear override any other sense
I pinch myself on the thigh, bringing back some sense into my mind. I stared at them. Moving slowly, all heavily armoured. I saw a stray soldier that somehow got separated.
'Tough luck.' I layed there in the snow, my clothes and skin blending into the white ground as he passes right over me. 'im now behind him' i pondered, Wondering if i should attack or just keep low.
If i attack now, there's gonna be one less soldier. But if he makes even the slightest noise... I'm dead.
The options weigh heavy. But i didn't think too much. "Fuck it." I snuck up and put a hand in his mouth to stop him from screaming and shoved the shaky blade into the front of his neck.
His blood sprays out and covers my shortsword. And paints the ground below that same delightful crimson that takes a slight blackish tone because of the blood piling up.
My hands shook and my breath trembled. I dragged the body and buried it in the snow, not even bothering to cover up the blood. I stripped the man and took his uniform, armour, and name tag. before running back to the marching army.
"Ahh! Comrades! I severely apologize.. I got lost for a moment. The fog was too much." I couldn't risk it by saying a name that probably no one there has. 'So I'll refer to anyone as you or if it's group I'll just say comrades or comrade.'
A voice cut through the air. Hardened and tough, a burly man that looked in his 30's. "Where the hell have you been? Stop slacking off and go." I get a gut punch but i suck it up.
'whatever it takes to survive.' i gritted my teeth and endured the pain.
"Now go into the middle and back next to Ms. Rion" he looked down at me with an air of superiority. I cursed under my breath. 'i know where the middle is... But who the fuck is Ms rion?!'
"YES SIR!" I yelled out and moved. Getting shoved again SPECIFICLY only me. 'what the hell is up with people and shoving me and only me?' i sighed hard and moved quietly. A bad habit.