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chocobho · 6 years

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The Fallen Healer

Chapter 1: Departure

Summer had just begun when the news arrived at the Citadel. A plague-like affliction commonly known as the ‘Scourge’ had recently started spreading around the Disc of Cauthess, claiming many lives within various small settlements before striking the larger city of Lestallum. Sending an envoy to convey the information all the way over the city of Insomnia proved to be too perilous and as a result, a letter urgently requesting Ardyn Lucis Caelum’s skills as a Healer was sent. Unfortunately, by the time the information arrived at the desired location, the disease had already claimed the lives of many inhabitants within the larger Lestallum area. Knowing full well that time was of the essence, the man had but a few days to ready himself before heading off into foreign territory.

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#what a lovely start!!! and Gilgamesh is here :D #can't wait to read more about this take on Ardyn & how having a wife might have played out #greg tho i'm dead #and that's a really fine name for a chocobo ;D #fic rec #ardyn

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chocobho · 6 years

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a heart aflame

summary: Ardyn Izunia and the hidden price of healing length: 556 words A/N: spoilers for the main story, none for the DLCs.

As a child, he had been mischievous, sneaking away from his tutors and guards for a few moments of uninterrupted peace. But alas he had always been too predictable, as he always took refuge by the large windows that reflected Eos’ sunlight. He had always preferred warmth to the cold, opting to travel through Cleigne’s deserts on foot and trudging through the swamps of Duscae on his faithful chocobo. And when came his duty along with his eighteenth birthday, he had taken on the burden of healing his people from the Scourge with nary a sigh, for it was his duty as prince. Travelling the land for ten years had allowed him to see unparalleled sights, learn all kind of healing magics and free his people from the taint of daemons.

Alas, the Gods hadn’t learned yet of the consequences of healing the taint, and he hadn’t either. He was Ardyn Lucis Caelum, travelling the land to find the injured and cure them from the dark taint that plagued their bodies. And if taking away the taint off a dozen people left his body cold and numb for a few hours, well magic always came with a price and as long as the fires of havens could warm him again, it was no bother. Until through the years the chill seeped into his bones, leaving him shivering for weeks, and bundling up into warmer clothes during the heaviest days of summer. The people did not take notice as long as he kept healing them, and the Gods foretold that upon his twenty eighth’s birthday he would be able to cleanse Eos from the Scourge.

Yet even the Gods’ plans are not set in stone, and when came the time to enter the crystal, he was denied entry, and cast aside for he was impure. Impure? All because he had taken upon himself the taint of his people? Because he had done as asked and carried his duty? Where did his intentions count, did the wish to see his people happy not carry him for ten years of exhausting travels? The chill set into his bones as if his body had been made with Lady Shiva’s ice.

And so the denied king went and searched for a way to feel warm again, but the desert’s heat barely left a tingling sensation on his face. Thankfully he was at least spared the need to fight off daemons — his hands so cold he could not even hold his sword —, it seemed to daemons he was of their kin, a monster roaming the nights and hungering for human blood. It did not take long for the king and his people to notice that fact. Denied of all support, cursed and spit on, he had no choice and found in himself no more regret at seeking help from Ifrit himself.

Their endeavor was poorly planned, and doomed to fail. But two millennia hung up in chains in an island without any source of warmth, with no one to talk to but himself and a hateful god when he chose to show up, left him with enough time to plan and scheme until there was no scenario he hadn’t envisioned, and not even the King of Kings would stop him from burning the world to ashes until he finally felt warm again.

#icymi

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chocobho · 6 years

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a heart aflame

summary: Ardyn Izunia and the hidden price of healing length: 556 words A/N: spoilers for the main story, none for the DLCs.

As a child, he had been mischievous, sneaking away from his tutors and guards for a few moments of uninterrupted peace. But alas he had always been too predictable, as he always took refuge by the large windows that reflected Eos’ sunlight. He had always preferred warmth to the cold, opting to travel through Cleigne’s deserts on foot and trudging through the swamps of Duscae on his faithful chocobo. And when came his duty along with his eighteenth birthday, he had taken on the burden of healing his people from the Scourge with nary a sigh, for it was his duty as prince. Travelling the land for ten years had allowed him to see unparalleled sights, learn all kind of healing magics and free his people from the taint of daemons.

Alas, the Gods hadn’t learned yet of the consequences of healing the taint, and he hadn’t either. He was Ardyn Lucis Caelum, travelling the land to find the injured and cure them from the dark taint that plagued their bodies. And if taking away the taint off a dozen people left his body cold and numb for a few hours, well magic always came with a price and as long as the fires of havens could warm him again, it was no bother. Until through the years the chill seeped into his bones, leaving him shivering for weeks, and bundling up into warmer clothes during the heaviest days of summer. The people did not take notice as long as he kept healing them, and the Gods foretold that upon his twenty eighth’s birthday he would be able to cleanse Eos from the Scourge.

Yet even the Gods’ plans are not set in stone, and when came the time to enter the crystal, he was denied entry, and cast aside for he was impure. Impure? All because he had taken upon himself the taint of his people? Because he had done as asked and carried his duty? Where did his intentions count, did the wish to see his people happy not carry him for ten years of exhausting travels? The chill set into his bones as if his body had been made with Lady Shiva’s ice.

And so the denied king went and searched for a way to feel warm again, but the desert’s heat barely left a tingling sensation on his face. Thankfully he was at least spared the need to fight off daemons — his hands so cold he could not even hold his sword —, it seemed to daemons he was of their kin, a monster roaming the nights and hungering for human blood. It did not take long for the king and his people to notice that fact. Denied of all support, cursed and spit on, he had no choice and found in himself no more regret at seeking help from Ifrit himself.

Their endeavor was poorly planned, and doomed to fail. But two millennia hung up in chains in an island without any source of warmth, with no one to talk to but himself and a hateful god when he chose to show up, left him with enough time to plan and scheme until there was no scenario he hadn’t envisioned, and not even the King of Kings would stop him from burning the world to ashes until he finally felt warm again.

#ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv #ffxv spoilers #ardyn week #ardyn centered fic #fic*#drabble that i should have posted in june when i wrote it but forgot all about it until today #it's ardyn week and i didn't know!!!#i guess this is a fill for day 1

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