Once Peace, Zenith’s Shroud
Category: Stories

The young Scion decided to check up on Ishgard, it had been quite some time since Aymeric had taken the throne of rule since Thordan’s corrption. The city seemed to be bustling, even with its restoration currently in progress. Alphinaud smiled as he took a stroll through the plaza in Foundation. It filled his heart with joy to see the city improving so much after all they had been through. He thought a moment, wishing to take a trip to Zenith in hopes to check on Hraesvelgr.

With that set to his mind, he journeyed across Falcon’s Nest and into the Dravanian Forelands. He knew to stop at Anyx Trine for the closest Aetheryte to rest at. After his short break, he continued through the mountainside of Sohm Al, greeting one of the Dragons to take him to Churning Mists.. where he would finally finish his trek to Zenith.  He took a gander around, something felt off.... but what? Alphinaud knew this atmosphere was very abnormal “Something is amiss... but what.... wait..!” he gasped as he suddenly turned around, to see a silhouette coming right for him!

He had no time to react, no time to defend himself... before he knew it, he laid upon the ground, covered in his own blood.. his own Aether... his consciousness quickly slipping from him as he sends his Emerald Carbuncle to seek out help. The little fox creature looked at him worriedly, Alphinaid shook his head and nudged it “G... go..... g..... g-et....  help..” he gasped out, before losing consciousness. The Carbuncle’s ears dropped, giving its caster a nuzzle before running off to find him help.