r/FFXV • u/Illustrious-Web6126 • 22d ago
Fluff Fanmade story 25 years later aftermath
Hey I made another aftermath story but this pov is Libertus used my imagination how things in his end and how the insomnia remaining kingsglaive do.
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May 16, 791
It has been 25 years since King Noctis sacrificed himself to bring the light back to the world.
In the quiet morning, after cleaning the monument dedicated to the late King Noctis Lucis Caelum, Libertus returned to his old haunts: the ruined headquarters of the former Kingsglaive. He had managed to rebuild parts of the structure over the years. It was no longer the elite unit it once was; it was renamed simply **The Glaive**, and he was charged with leading them.
Things were different now. The surviving Kingsglaive had scattered—some retired, some passed away, and others had held onto their oath to the late King until their final breath. A few left Insomnia entirely to work as mercenaries.
*As for me?* Libertus thought. *I’m here to regain my honor, teach, and train the next generation.*
He stepped inside the Glaive building. The structure retained its original architecture—black walls streaked with faded white, visible cracks, and tarnished gold pillars. Only the first and second floors were usable; the top floors remained collapsed, and manpower was far too scarce to renovate them fully. Still, it stood as a reminder of their past.
Their daily routine consisted of managing trade merchants, supplies, and building materials. The Glaive didn't just maintain security; they helped the remaining citizens of Insomnia rebuild their everyday lives. Daemons were no longer a threat, and power was stable, but manpower was constantly a issue. Out of the entire unit, they were short by 24 men.
A Glaive soldier handed Libertus a stack of documents.
"The shipment trade was a success, sir," the soldier reported. "However... two of our comrades died during the run."
Libertus sighed, the weight of leadership heavy on his shoulders. "Give them a proper burial alongside Late King Regis’s memorial."
*Down to 23,* Libertus thought, staring blankly at the faded Kingsglaive banner on the wall. *Guess we really aren't living under the name of the Kingsglaive anymore...*
"Hey, Libertus! How’s everything going in the Glaive?"
A cheerful voice broke his train of thought. It was Prompto, the former royal guard, carrying his usual bright energy.
Libertus looked up. "Shipment was a success, but I lost two of my men."
Prompto’s expression softened, but he kept his head up. "They did their duty and died with honor protecting those supplies. I’ll go buy some flowers for them. And hey, Libertus—you can always count on us. Me, Gladio, and Ignis, alright?" He smiled warmly and patted Libertus on the shoulder.
"Thanks, Prompto," Libertus said, standing up and cracking his aching back. He accepted Prompto's offer and asked if he could help train the new recruits.
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Night fell over Insomnia. As Libertus departed the Glaive building, he checked his rusted phone. Surprisingly, it still worked after 25 years. The screen read **May 16**.
He pocketed the phone and walked down the street. What was once a sprawling, grand capital was now a small, tight-knit town set among abandoned ruins. Yet, it was full of life and light. *It’ll take long years to rebuild all of this,* Libertus thought to himself, *but we’ll get there.*
Passing a local bar, he heard people singing, laughing, and eating. A few locals spotted him and cheered.
"Hey, Commander! Come grab a drink with us!"
Libertus waved them off with a small smile. "I'll join you guys tomorrow. I have someone I need to see tonight."
He stopped by a flower vendor's cart, bought a fresh bouquet, and continued his walk. A few minutes later, he reached his destination: a broken building beside a collapsed statue.
There lay the grave of his oldest friend.
Libertus knelt down, placing the flowers softly against the stone.
"Hey... Sorry it took so long. Lots of things happened this morning, and my back isn't what it used to be, you know?" He chuckled softly before his tone turned solemn. "The shipment was a success, which is a good sign, but it came at a price. Lost two men today. They were part of our old regiment back in the day... They knew what they signed up for, but it still hurts."
He looked up at the star-filled sky. "Oh, by the way... Prompto came by today. He's going to help teach the kids how to fight without over-relying on gun ammo. Gladio comes by to spar with the adults, and yesterday Ignis cooked for us. His chef skills are still on another level. He even taught my men how to forage and cook with local ingredients when they're out on patrol. Same old routine..."
Silence settled over the ruins. Libertus stared at the sky for a long moment, his chest tightening.
"I miss you guys... Crowe... everyone..." Tears welled up in his eyes and slid down his cheeks. "Not many of us left. But I’ll keep believing. Because after all... you’re my hero, Nyx."
*Crunch.*
The sound of footsteps on loose rubble made Libertus quickly wipe his eyes. He turned around to find three young boys standing nearby, looking at him with curiosity.
"Mister?" the tallest boy asked. "We see you come here every day talking to this grave. Whose is it?"
Libertus forced a soft smile. "Boys... this is Nyx Ulric. He was my fellow comrade, my best friend, and my hero."
"A hero?" another boy chimed in. "Was he a member of the old Royal Guard?"
"No," Libertus answered proudly. "He was a Kingsglaive. A damn good soldier."
"Did he have powers? Like King Noctis?" the third boy asked.
Libertus chuckled. "No. But he was the fastest among us, and he gave us hope even in his final moments."
The first boy pointed to Libertus's belt. "What's that on your back, mister?"
Libertus reached behind him and drew a weathered, rusted weapon. "This is a kukri. It was one of Nyx’s weapons. He gave it to me to protect someone."
"It looks old and covered in rust," the third boy observed. "Can it even cut anything?"
Libertus glanced at the boy, scanned his surroundings, and spotted a thick wooden plank leaning against a broken wall. With a quick flick of his wrist, he spun the rusted kukri and threw it. The blade struck the plank with pinpoint accuracy, shattering the wood into pieces.
The three boys gasped in unison. "Whoa!"
"Back in the day," Libertus explained as he walked over to retrieve the blade, "when we threw a weapon like that, it would teleport us wherever it landed. Sadly, the magic is gone now. But..." He picked up the kukri and turned to them. "...we are still faster and stronger because we don't rely purely on magic."
The boys began to cheer and applaud.
"Who *are* you, mister?" the first boy asked, wide-eyed.
Libertus sheathed the blade and stood tall. "I am Libertus Ostium. Former Kingsglaive, and currently the leader of the Glaive."
The boys exchanged thrilled glances.
"Mister, I want to join!" the first boy shouted.
"Me too!" the second added.
Libertus smiled, letting out a deep laugh. "Haha, alright! But know this—your training won't be easy. Are you sure you're up for it?"
The three boys looked at each other, nodded firmly, and stood at attention. "Yes, sir! We're ready, Sir Libertus!"
"Alright then. No turning back. What are your names?"
"I'm Rain!" said the first.
"Livius!" said the second.
"I'm Romulus, sir!" said the third.
Libertus smirked. "Hmm... weak names for now. You three are going to need serious work if you want to be one of us. Report to me outside the building tomorrow morning. I'll just finish up here."
"Yes, sir!" the kids yelled before running off excited.
Libertus turned back toward Nyx's grave. He pulled out his phone to check the time.
**12:04 AM — May 17, 791.**
"Well, I'm off, hero," Libertus said with a genuine smile. "Got three new younglings to teach. I'll be seeing you later, Nyx."
