Personal Narrative Fiction

“I can always get a plunger!” Prompto stated.

“I can get a tractor.” Noct joked.

“You guys are dead,” he said simply, squeezing through about half way.

He grunted when his jacket got caught, palming at the side of the wall before finally managing to pry himself fee the rest of the way. Once he was out, he twisted his neck, this way and that.

“Damn that’s tiny.”

“So I take it Prompto and I are safe then?” Noct questioned, with a smug look on his face.

“Don’t push your luck kid. Just wait til we get outta here,” Gladio warned.

I couldn’t help, but roll my eyes at what I could tell was an empty threat, shining my light on the walls. Noct decided to make a right wondering and hoping he lead someplace, and right then and there, the generator went out. Even our flashlights went out too, when we turned them back on daemons were there.

“I’m really starting to hate this place!” I exclaimed, casting a fire spell and blasting them back.

It also gave us a bit of extra light at the same time. Thus, it also proved to show how utterly ugly these things were. As if on cue, our flashlights turned back on. There was too many of them, I summoned my sword to defend myself and pushed one of them off me. I started attacking them using my sword and I would dodge any attacks they tried to strike me with.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Noct was stumbling, seeing the others busy, something was telling me to help him. So, with that, I ran right over to him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder I could heal him. At the same time, I felt slightly weak, like I lost a bit of energy…

"Heads up!" Gladio called out, knocking a few daemons back as they tried to advance on

us.
“You shall not get to the Prince,” Ignis said firmly, slashing at the enemy.
It was obvious that he was going to try his best to keep them back.
Thanking me, Noct was with Ignis, Gladio and Prompto fighting against the daemons. I noticed my vision blurred for a moment.
“Hey, I think Aylena needs some kind of help guys!” Prompto shouted firing his guns.
“Aylena!?”
I blinked as I heard the sound of Ignis’ voice. He took a couple of enemies out in front of me.
“Aylena, are you alright?” he asked, brows furrowed, his daggers still at the ready.
“I feel…slightly weak…” I managed to whisper.
“Maybe it’s because she used too much magic?” Gladio suggested, while still dealing with the daemons.
“Don’t worry, we’ll deal with these guys!” Prompto said, shooting one of them in the head with his gun.