Dark-Mage-13

Chapter IX: Sorrow Without Solace “Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.” -William Shakespeare.            Rain poured on my suit. An umbrella laid at my feet. I swallowed; my throat dry. I haven’t spoken to anyone in so, so long.            Stones sat in the ground, several of them. All of them had names engraved on them.            Regis Lucis Caelum: Beloved King and Father            Clarus Amicitia:  A protector to his children and his country.            Ignis Scientia: Friend an

Chapter VIII: Apocalypsis Aquarius “Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream” -William Shakespeare.            “Can we go to the fal’Cie in Cleigne?” I asked as we all sat around the camp, stuffing our faces with steaks.            “We should at least check it out. Who knows, it might have some secrets to tell Noct,” Prompto said in between bites of meat.            I still couldn’t stop thinking about Stella. So maybe I wasn’t in love with her, but I felt a very strong attraction to her. Undoubtedly I wanted to be with her, talk with her, see her

Chapter IV: Valse Di Fantastica "'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall." -William Shakespeare. I remember clearly how I first met Stella Nox Fleuret. I was ten years old and war had fully broken out between Niflheim and Lucis. Tenebrae, which used to be our ally had sided against Lucis in the conflict long beforehand, ending years of peaceful alliance. I was forbidden from leaving the Citadel for some time, my old man fearing for my safety. Not that I could fault Dad for the concern. It was a temporary caution. He thought Niflheim was responsible for sending the Cie'th after me a couple years earlier. "They brought in a prisoner

    “Prince Noctis! What’s it like living in the Citadel?”    “Prince Noctis can you really use magic and call things to your hands at will?”    Fake. Greedy. They didn’t care about me. They only cared about the Prince and his title. Turning around I walked away, not caring if I hurt their feelings.      “Ah, Prince Noctis!”    “Bathroom,” I replied coolly.      On my way to a less crowded place in the school, I pass by a blonde chubby kid holding his camera. I nearly bump into him, but I caught myself just in time to slip past the blonde.    I lay in bed in the tent that n

Chapter III: Stand By Me    “Although my heart may be weak, it's not alone. It's grown with each new experience. And it's found a home with all the friends I've made. I've become a part of their heart, just as they've become a part of mine. And if they think of me now and then, if they don't forget me, then our hearts will be one. I don't need a weapon. My friends are my power!”        -Sora (Sky)    I sat on the burning asphalt, shaking off my black jacket. Probably not the best idea to wear all black in the desert in a black car with black leather seats. We must've pushed this thing 10 miles and we are still not in range o

Chapter II: Nox Aeterna “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” -William Shakespeare.    Clarus Amicitia ran alongside Regis. “Your Majesty we cannot hold off any longer. We need to get to the Crystal and protect it.”    Regis nodded in agreement, “Yes Clarus. I will get to the Crystal.”    Bursting forth from the wall high ranking former Glaives and Niflheim soldiers flooded in. General Glauca marched in with his giant sword.    Regis ran off, looking over his shoulder to see his best friend be stabbed straight through the gut. Clarus Amicitia fell over, taking his last wo