Hey everyone so I'm gonna be writing some short stories about my adventures in Comrades through the perspective of my Kingsglaive Agni. The first chapter is literally the prologue/introductory cutscene but in the future expect more story of actual missions, romance, drama, and fun with the inclusion of Photos from my Comrades adventures! I'm no professional writer so I'm well aware their is probably a ton of spelling mistakes and run on sentences and all that fun hullaballo but I'm actually writing these at work which is oddly the only free time I get to write these. So enjoy!!!

I was delirious and my head was screaming in pain. My mind kept playing images of buildings crashing and fires raging as Daemons and Statues the sizes of skyscrapers battled each other…I can’t help but feel regret as these images overwhelm me and a voice rings out in my head.

Let it be known your transgressions have not been forgiven

I slowly open my eyes to the sound of a man’s voice, “Rise and Shine.” I look up to see a man sitting with me in what appears to be pickup truck. He smiles and leans forward addressing me with, “You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here.” I do wonder where I am and what I’m doing with this man who appears to be a Kingsglaive. Wait a minute, Kingsglaive? That sounded familiar…the word resonates with me…I remember I was a Kingsglaive of the late Lucian Monarch King Regis…But that’s all I can remember…Everything is so hazy like a fog that won’t dissipate.

I look to the man, “No clue? Don’t sweat it. You escaped with something more precious than your memories: Your life.” His name was Libertus and just like me he was both a fellow Glaive and citizen of Galahd. He explains everything in detail about how the King lent his power to us his elite task force to fight for Hearth and Home or at least we did till he was killed by the Nifs. The King may be gone but his power remains and it’s up to us Kingsglaive and Hunters to put our power to good use.

“See that up ahead? That’s the last bastion of mankind.” I look to see a City atop mountains…it was Lestallum which means we were in the Duscae region. “Better enjoy the sunshine while it lasts: It’ll be gone before you know it.” The light is disappearing? That would mean if the light never returns then…the Daemons will overrun all of Eos, “Only other light left in this world is the kind we make ourselves.” He smacks a box containing shards of the Meteor. EXENERIS in Lestallum was a power plant company run by the Women of the city. The power plant fuels the power line system by feeding on shards of the Meteor…so that’s why Lestallum has become the final stronghold.

“All of Lestallum is counting on us Glaives.” Those final words of Libertus really hit the mark. Even if I didn’t want to I’m duty bound as a Glaive to protect the citizens. As I stare out to the sight of Lestallum in the distance I can’t help but feel saddened that I’m bound to put my life on the line for humanity’s survival.

One of the passengers in front screamed, “Daemons ahead-Get ready!” The truck swerves and come to a screeching halt and the smell of burnt rubber fills the air from the tires. Libertus helps me up, “You and me’ll smooth it out. Let’s move!” He passes me a pair of Daggers. It’s not much but it’s something and it feels familiar to say the least. Goblins; pesky little tricksters that were more trouble than their worth. The feeling of holding these Daggers felt nostalgic but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It wasn’t a weapon I felt too keen using but given what little option I had it would suffice. The Daemons circled us sowing chaos with their erratic movements but they hadn’t strike yet. They were waiting for the opening to loot us bare and leave us for dead. Libertus made the first move summoning a Crossbow and landing a headshot right between the eyes. The first strike always defined the tide of battle and Libertus held nothing back. I quickly moved in and slashed my way through these goblins. One tried to jump me from but without realizing it my body moved on what could only be pure instinct alone I immediately kicked the Goblin square in the neck and could hear and feel the sound of bone twisting shattering on impact. I had broken its neck and sent it flying back. The two Glaives within the driver and passenger’s seat had also helped us.

Daemons blood and dirt covered my clothes. My glasses were filthy and as I looked down at my hands holding the daggers a familiar feeling welled up inside me and the daggers vanished in a flash of blue crystal light. My hands were shaking all of this was overwhelming. It was too much and what’s more I know almost nothing about myself or why I’m even being dragged into this nightmare. But I feel a hand touch my shoulder and look to see Libertus smiling somberly at me. He didn’t say anything…he didn’t need too. He knew it wasn’t fair what we’re being dragged into but at the least…we had each other…we had our Comrades.

To Be Continued