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Fill - 7/? + de-anon

[(Anonymous)]

I have de-anoned for this now, and it can be found on AO3 here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10409679/chapters/22987260). It's only up to chapter two, but it will be caught up soon. In the meantime, here's the rest of chapter three.

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Gladio's thankfully talking again when Noct and Iris get back to the Leville, seemingly back to his old self. But Noct can see the lines of pain in the tightness of his forehead, the grief lurking in his eyes. Gladio's still hurting, not that Noctis blames him. It's probably going to be a long time before any of them truly move past the sorrow of losing their families, their home.

The tip about the Royal Arm that Talcott gives them serves as a good distraction, however, and they all throw themselves into it with gusto. While they're eating lunch at a nearby cafe, Ignis enquires of the proprietor where there might be a nearby waterfall. When he comes back to the table, map in hand, he spreads it out and points to a spot that's now been circled in red marker.

"There," Ignis says, tapping his finger down on the area. "That's where the waterfall should be."

"We should check it out then," Gladio says.

"Great. Another scary cave. Can't wait," Prompto says, sarcasm leaking through.

Noct shrugs at him, unrepentant. He wants little to do with the Crystal, but he wants to take back Insomnia one day, and the Royal Arms are a necessary step on the path to reclaiming his throne.

Once they’re done eating, they all head out in the Regalia. The waterfall really isn’t far, and they traverse the path towards it quickly, coming to a halt when they spot some shieldshears a short distance from it. Noct's ready to summon his weapon and take them head on, but Ignis stops him. "It's well known that they’re weak to the ice elemental," he says in an undertone. "A spell would do a significant amount of damage to all of them and allow us to finish them off quickly."

Noct does his best not to react negatively, but the thought of using magic fills him with a low dread. He doesn’t want to experience that sensation again. Even though it's not quite pain, he's afraid of it becoming so. Yet he can't deny Ignis without explaining why, so instead he just pulls out a flask of ice elemental, and hands it to him.

Ignis tosses the spell as they all pull out their weapons, and just as Noct had dreaded, the tug comes back, dragging insistently on his magic core, along with the faint impression of an indistinct murmur across his consciousness. The sensation's not painful, at least not this time, but it feels so... invasive, and he really, really doesn't like it. Whatever is messing up his magic, he hopes it stops soon. Sighing, he throws himself into the battle, resigned to once again think about it later, if he can ever find the time. They make short work of the overgrown crustaceans, and all too soon they're crawling through 'another scary cave,' as Prompto had put it. He ignores the banter between his best friend and his shield, until a few flans rise up from the ground, and then he interrupts them. "We've got company," he says, and immediately they’re all focused.

"Flans are somewhat impervious to physical attacks," Ignis says as they circle around the daemons, their weapons still out from the earlier battle. "We're better off using magic, though I can't recall if they have a particular elemental weakness."

Noct lets out another sigh, silently pulling out more flasks and handing them over to Gladio and Ignis. He has to admit, the magic quickly makes short work of the flans, but the constant pulling on his core is tiring, and leaves him feeling frustrated. He doesn't have time to be feeling tired.

As soon as the flans are nothing more than a puddle of melted goo, Noctis makes to head further into the cave, before a tug on his jacket stops him. He glances back, seeing Prompto's uncertain yet determined look. "Yeah?"

"Can someone... maybe show me how to draw on Noct's magic now, please? I don't want to just get in the way."

"You never get in the way," Noct tells him, even as Ignis says, "I'm not sure now is the right time."

Prompto looks between them, hesitant. "So that's a no?"

Noct looks at him, feeling a little bad, because he knows Prompto is feeling insecure. Prompto has been insecure about his place in Noct's life ever since they first became friends, but it's worsened since they set out for Altissia, with him constantly feeling inexperienced and more of a hindrance than a help in battle, even though Noct's told him several times over that he's not. Noct is quickly coming to hate his magic, but he doesn’t want to make Prompto feel even worse about himself, and really, they'll likely be using it a lot in this cave, so teaching Prompto and letting him use it as well won't be that much worse.

Mind made up, he heads back towards the entrance, where there's more space for them to work. Ignis won't approve, but then, Ignis doesn't approve of a lot of things Noct does, often for or with Prompto. Noctis is well used to ignoring Ignis on such points by now. "Here," he says, shoving a flask at Prompto, who fumbles to get a grip on it, nearly dropping it.

Ignis stands nearby and watches, his arms folded across his chest disapprovingly, but he says nothing, even adding in some pointers and clarification as Noct tries to put into words how to activate the spells. Gladio paces near the tunnel they'd started to go into, keeping an eye out for more daemons.

"Okay, I think I got it," Prompto finally says, nodding.

"You ready to try?" Noct asks him, trying not to grimace at the thought of the sensation he knows is coming.

Prompto looks down at the flask in his hand, taking a deep breath before looking back up at Noct, determination steeled on his face. "Yeah."

Noctis moves over to where Ignis is standing, subtly bracing himself against a nearby rock. He watches Prompto unstopper the flask, and despite the uncomfortable tug that sweeps over him, he can't help but feel pride when his best friend gets it on his first try, an electrical charge crackling all along the ground, throwing up little sparks here and there. "Great!" he says, grinning warmly at Prompto, and Prompto gives him a shy smile in return, blushing at the praise. Prompto does it a couple more times after that, and Noct knows Ignis is frowning at the waste of spells, but Prompto is so pleased with himself that he can't bring himself to care.

"Good now?" Noct asks after the third spell, and Prompto nods. "Okay, let's get going."

They slowly make their way through the icy cave, fighting the numerous daemons that pop up, using magic spells where necessary. It's fast draining, and within the first hour Noctis finds himself dragging, his body weighed down and his feet heavier with every step. He's so exhausted, and all he wants to do is just close his eyes and stop, but he knows he can't. The place is crawling with so many nasties that he doesn't have time to even put his daggers away, much less rest for a moment between battles, and he's starting to worry that he's going to screw up.

"Noct, is everything all right?" Ignis asks at one point, looking down at him over the rims of his glasses. He's got his concerned, serious Ignis face on, and Noct sighs, wishing his advisor would be less observant for once.

"Fine," he mutters. "Just tired. I didn't sleep well last night." It's a lie—he'd slept like the dead, despite all the stress and worries swirling around in his head.

Ignis raises an eyebrow in clear disbelief, but doesn't have time to challenge it, for they run into yet more daemons. It's another group of flans, materialising right behind Prompto, who yells and whirls around, tossing a spell at them as he yanks at Noct's magic in a panic, trying to activate it. Noctis winces, Prompto's panic making it hurt, though thankfully it fades quickly.

"Sorry, Noct," Prompto calls out to him, sounding a bit shameful, but Noct just waves it away. They keep moving on, and eventually come across a narrow ledge.

"Oh man. Don't tell me we have to cross that?" Prompto moans, looking around them.

"Do you see any alternative routes?" Ignis asks him, a bite of snark to his tone. "Because unless my eyes deceive me, this is the only way forward."

"Well, no... b-but we could look for one?"

Gladio rolls his eyes. "Leave the kid alone, Iggy. Prompto, this is the fastest way. Don't be scared, if you start to fall, I'll catch you."

"I'm not scared," Prompto mutters, returning his weapon to the Armiger, but they can all hear his voice shaking.

Noctis knows something that the other two don't—namely, that Prompto's afraid of heights. So he goes first and makes Prompto follow after him, using his left hand to grab Prompto's right, squeezing it gently as they inch their way across. "Just look at me," he murmurs, and Prompto does. Luckily they all make it across without any mishaps, and it's not long before they're running into yet another group of imps. Noct groans, pulling his daggers back out of the Armiger.

There's a tug again. It's not as pronounced as with his magic use, doesn't feel quite as if someone’s actually snatching at him, and he's not sure he's not imagining it, but as the others summon their weapons, he feels it again. He frowns, confusion flashing across his face. Why would he feel it just from accessing the Armiger?

"Noct, look out!" Gladio yells, and Noct looks up from his musing just in time to throw up a dagger and slice into the imp that was jumping at his face. He concentrates on the battle after that, and all the ones that come after—and when they cross another narrow ledge, later, and access the Armiger afterwards, there's more tugs—but later, he tells himself firmly—and finally they reach the Royal Tomb, where he wastes no time in taking the weapon, still unsettled with the Crystal's seeming restlessness as it curls around his core, a bit tighter than before, and the brief murmur in his mind seems louder this time.

He's relieved that traipsing back through the cave towards the entrance is easy enough, the daemons still cleared out for the time being, but he's not any less worn out, and it's an effort to keep himself from just collapsing on the ground and napping right then and there, the cold and dark be damned. He wants to blame it on the battles they've had for the day, and just needing to adjust, but he can't keep lying to himself. Whatever's wrong with his magic, whatever keeps affecting his core, it's the cause of his exhaustion, and unless he can somehow fix it, he's going to keep feeling like this. As much as he loves to sleep, he doesn't want to sleep for hours upon hours and then still be tired. He loves sleep so much because he loves waking up and feeling refreshed, and ready to take on more of the day. Now all he can think about is getting back to the hotel and getting horizontal as quickly as possible.

"At last!" Prompto crows when they break out into daylight, throwing himself down to his knees and pretending to worship the sun. "I thought we'd never see daylight again!"

Noctis scoffs, taking a couple steps forward, preparing to toss a reply over his shoulder when a sharp, pounding pain slams into his head, feeling as if someone's repeatedly stabbing a knife into his temple. He groans and then cries out, his face scrunching up as he staggers and hunches over, trying to keep his footing. It hurts, and flashes of images fly past again. That face carved of stone, the red flaming eye, a large hole, a bright blue burning. He hears Prompto ask if he's okay, but his voice sounds distant, as if Prompto's calling to him from the end of a long tunnel, and the pain is so intense it's all he can do not to throw up, much less reply. He groans again, every nerve in his head thrumming, and then his ears are popping as the pain suddenly disappears. "What did I... where was that?" he asks, mostly to himself, as he tries to make sense of the images he's just seen.

"What is it?" Gladio asks, sounding concerned.

"A hole in the ground... something burning... the Meteor?" he says with sudden realisation, recalling it from his view at the outlook in Lestallum earlier.

"You saw the Disc of Cauthess?" There's a weird sort of awe in Ignis' voice, and he's not sure what to make of it. Still, he looks towards Ignis, and nods once, carefully.

Gladio and Ignis exchange worried glances, while Prompto just looks between the three of them, confused. For a moment, no one says anything, and then Gladio speaks up. "Let's make our way back to Lestallum."

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