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Armon: A Fictional Narrative

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She had a smile on her face as she held tight to the reigns. The bird was loving the attention.
“She’s doing pretty good,” Noct said.
“She’s happy,” I smiled, leaning against one of the wooden posts.
“Yep,” Gladio agreed, “but for how long...?”
“Let’s not worry about that for now,” I said, watching her ride. “She needs this for the moment. We’ll worry about the rest when we reach the city.”
“Do you think…we would’ve have still met her if her family was still alive...?” Prompto questioned
"I suppose it's possible," I said, thinking on it for a moment. "Trade among countries might have made it possible or other political negotiations between her father and King Regis."
“Yea, I remember dad as looking forward to a peace treaty with Armon...” Noct’s voice trailed off.
“You might have had a playmate then,” I pointed out, a …show more content…

She couldn’t be younger than 16. I’d honestly say she was between 17 to 19 perhaps.
“They say women mature faster than we do,” I pointed out. “I’d say around 17, 19 perhaps.”
“And you say she acts more mature than me.” Noct mumbled.
Gladio chuckled, “It’s true for her age she does.”
We watched as Noct crossed his arms, muttering to himself.
“And you say she acts more mature than me.” Noct mumbled.
Gladio chuckled, “It’s true for her age she is.”
We watched as Noct crossed his arms, muttering to himself.
“Having fun out there Aylena?” Gladio called out.
Seeing her nod her head made me smile, until I heard Prompto’s voice.
“It’s like...9:45 guys..."
Hearing this, I buried my face in my arms, feeling my spectacles pressing almost painfully at the place between my eyes. Six, why did he have to be the observant one this time?
“Thanks a lot Prompto.” Gladio said.
“What? What’d I do?” He asked, looking between the two of us.
I didn’t want to have to end this for her.
“We don’t want to turn over to Isla.” Noct

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