Sworn to Protect [Ravus][Invite]

It had been a few days since Prompto departed from his most recent friend Namine in hopes of finding more answers to why these creatures.. the heartless were so drawn to him. All the information that his new friend gave him was confusing. The whole concept of other worlds existing, and the fact that he was living through all of this really gave him a headache. Right when life was starting to make sense again, this curve ball was thrown at him. He also knew that if he were to reunite with Ignis and Gladio, heck even Cor, one of them would be able to help him understand more, but that was not the case. He was alone. Who knows when he would see them again...? Prompto had begun to realize that reality of making it back home to Eos could take awhile and instead of dwelling on that, he swore that whatever worlds he encountered, he would protect those around him. Which is where Prompto was now, a new world that was pleading for help.



When he first arrived, instead of tumbling through the portal like he did back at the castle, he was ready. Within moments of exiting it he had already begun looking around the new environment noticing that it was not nearly as colorful, but still had a sense of homeliness. Lights flickered from the lampposts he passed, Bright lights danced behind the windows of a few shops indicating that they were open for business and soon enough he came up to a sign that in large painted letters read the name of this quaint town; Traverse Town. He smiled to himself when he saw a few people walking about, some talking in hushed voices while others spoke freely of the events of the day. As he continued he picked up a few words from passing conversations. No Home, Lost, Fading Stars, Heartless. It seemed that the people of this town were plagued by the very thing that terrified him. As he continued to walk down the road heading towards the square, he heard a few loud voices shouting at one another.



"Why won't you listen to me! There are people trapped in the Third District that still need help!" One voice spoke with pain laced in every word. Another voice then chimed in, sounding rather annoyed.



"We told you we checked over and over and NO ONE is there!! Take the stupid job posting down and stop wasting peoples time! Them heartless probably already got them and it's a lost cause!"



Prompto had taken this opportunity to look down the road where the voices were coming from, The second voice, the gruffer of the two had already turned his back towards him and Prompto could only assume he was a hunter that was commissioned for a job that he saw no payout for. As he took a step closer he could see that the other individual; whose attire resembled a shopkeeper was sobbing with a paper crumpled into their hand. Prompto wanted to approach them, to try and ease whatever pain they were in, but Soon enough that individual turned his back to Prompto as well, and instead of immediately leaving the area, they smoothed out the poster and taped it back on the brick wall behind them. Curiosity overwhelmed Prompto and he quietly jogged over to the mysterious paper after the shop keep left to investigate. 'People missing in Third District, Please help.' Prompto traced his fingers over the letters not believing what he read. People missing? It was not uncommon for him to hear of these things especially when the eternal night struck his home and Daemon's claimed many lives. It was never something Prompto liked when he took on hunts to find people only to come to the realization that they truly were gone and when it came to bringing news to the departed loved ones..it sucked. Below photos of the missing were taped on as well. A young boy and his father smiled happily without a care in the world, but Prompto could only imagine the situation they were in now. Regardless if they were alive or not, he knew that the shopkeeper wouldn't rest until she had some sort of proof if her family was gone.



"People trapped huh? That settles it! Looks like it's time for ol' hunter Prompto to save the day!" So without another word he took the poster down and began his quest. Which brought Prompto to where he was now.



Prompto stood at a fork in the road in the third district looking left and right to decide which path he wanted to choose. Unlike the Main district, the welcoming glow of it’s homes were non existent. The streets were eerily quiet, dust had begun to accumulate on the windows and darkness swept in every corner. This area had long been abandoned; It’s life slowly fading. How many people had succumbed to the heartless? How many more? As he thought to himself that’s when he spotted a few rouge heartless twitching down the rightmost path. Lifting one of his trusty handguns, Lionheart up, he began to jog down his desired path. As he approached, the heartless turned the corner; he carefully put his back against the wall taking a few deep breaths in before jumping out and firing at them. "Two down..one to go!" As he strafed to the right, the remaining heartless tried swiping at him, but fortunately..it missed terribly which gave Prompto the perfect opportunity to land a fatal blow to his enemy. "Gotcha! never mess with the best!" he chuckled to himself as he watched the heartless fade away.



With those heartless gone for good, he continued to rush down the path looking at every nook and cranny in hopes of finding those who were lost. He hoped that his eye for photography would help him notice things out of place and prayed that these people were not gone forever.

"Hey!!! Is anyone here! My names Prompto! HELLLOOOO??"