You don't know how long it's been. You have been stuck here on earth as a phantom with no concept of time. It feels like years since the war ended yet it's only been a few months. Helplessly standing by and observing your friends as they went on with their lives hurt you to no extent. It was months ago, you were blessed by foresight from a young age your parents said it was a blessing from the god which one though? No one knew. So regardless when you were much older you joined the prince of Lucis, Noctis on his journey with his friends. By the time you had gotten to this adventure of a treaty between the two kingdoms, you were already good friends with everyone. Like five peas in a pod, just before the war you used your foresight and found out everyone will die. Noctis, Ignis, Prompto and Gladiolus... You couldn't let that happen, in a desperate attempt you tried to reach out to one of the god's, Leviathan. Not expecting them to actually answer to your calling but oh you were thankful that they did. You told them everything and they agreed to prevent your friends fate's only if you give your soul up and lived as a phantom in the shadows. Unaware to anyone or anything. You agreed to their request, this was but a mere sacrifice for you but then... It hurts when you see them go on with their lives like normal like your sacrifice didn't even matter. You observe Noctis, Gladiolus, Prompto and Ignis from a dark corner of the palace as Noctis was now getting married to Luna both laughing as Prompto smeared cake in their faces. None of them even mentioned you at all on this grand occasion. Why would they, you were dead to them, living as nothing more then a memory and a phantom.