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[h3][color=0000FF][u][i][b]Lunafreya Nox Fleuret[/b][/i][/u][/color]
Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Confused and concerned
Status - Completely… fine? Also attempting to comfort a child.
Interactions: [@Thatguyinthestore][/h3]
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[i]“[color=0000FF]Farewell, dear Noctis.[/color]”[/i]

As Oracle, she was to travel across Eos and talk to the gods, asking the Six to help the Chosen King, Noctis, with driving the Starscourge out of Eos. So far, it had been going well until Altissa. There she was to talk to Leviathan but she became angered and while her attempt to convince the goddess of the sea to test Noctis succeeded, the Chancellor of Niflheim showed his true colors to her.

The Oracle was dying fast due to the stab wound he had given her and with the Ring of Lucii not yet given to Noctis, she visited him in a dream world to give it. With all that she could do now finished, she could only fade away into the afterlife, giving Noctis her goodbyes.

But it seems the gods have other plans for her…
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Regaining consciousness, Lunafreya found herself on a patch of grass, her vision starting to adjust to wherever she was now. Sitting up, she looked at where the stab wound was to be completely gone now, her white dress no longer having a patch of red on it. Looking around, she recognized the place she woke up in to be some sort of park though not one that she was familiar with which begged the question:

Where was she?

This certainly wasn’t Altissa and this looked nothing like her home so where exactly [i]was[/i] she? And surprisingly for the Oracle, she didn’t feel any connection to the gods she was so used to for many years so it ruled Eos out of the places she could be. Standing up and brushing off her dress, she saw the Trident of the Oracle had been laying next to her which she wasted no time in picking up and holding it in her left hand. Before she could ask the locals where she was, her ears caught wind of someone crying and her blue eyes looked to the source to see a young boy on his knees, crying.

Making her way over to the boy, she placed her free hand on his shoulder, speaking with a British accent. “[color=0000FF]Are you alright?[/color]”
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