Another Beginning After The End - A TBATE Fanfiction(re-written)

The old building, once a cacophony of hurried whispers and tense movements, had quieted. The dim, flickering light from the streetlamp outside cast long shadows across the cracked floor, now calm, as if it too understood the significance of the moment. Noctis leaned against the pillar, his gaze piercing the small circle of figures gathered before him. The Dune Rats—their names now etched in his mind—had been outcasts, survivors in a city where survival was everything. But in this moment, they were something more: a fragile alliance, just beginning to form.

There was an almost palpable energy in the room, a mixture of suspicion and curiosity, as if each one of them was struggling to decide whether Noctis was a threat or a chance they couldn't afford to ignore. Their eyes darted between each other, some lingering on him, others on the floor, as if not wanting to show weakness. But Noctis understood; he'd seen this before. Trust , was never easily given again especially after their fight last time.

Jasper, the first to step forward, didn't speak immediately. He studied Noctis with a steady gaze, as if weighing the value of his presence in their lives. When he did speak, his voice was not loud, but it commanded attention. He brought his hand in for a handshake.

"My name is Jasper," he said, his words deliberate, as though each syllable carried the weight of everything he had fought for. "And I'm fourteen."

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Noctis took the hand and watched him carefully. Jasper was young, but he carried the weight of someone far older. A leader, perhaps not by choice, but by circumstance. The scars on his hands and the hardened look in his eyes told the story of someone who had witnessed the world's darkest moments and had somehow found a way to navigate them. It was clear: Jasper wasn't just the leader because he could make decisions, but because he had the wisdom to back them up. He was their strategist, their planner, the one who saw the bigger picture, even when it seemed like the world was falling apart. Yet, like anyone, he could make mistakes too, as he did yesterday, when he lost control in a moment of anger.

Beside him, Toby shifted uncomfortably. The youngest of them all, he was the first to break the silence that followed Jasper's introduction. He scratched at a patch of dirt on his cheek, avoiding Noctis' gaze. His voice came out a little too quickly, as if he was afraid his words might be lost if he didn't speak them right away.

"My name's Toby," he mumbled, his hands nervously shifting from one pocket to another. "I'm twelve."

Toby wasn't like the others. Where Jasper and Aria wore their survival on their sleeves, Toby hid behind his fearlessness. His small frame and mop of dark, unruly hair made him seem even younger than he was, but it was the fire in his eyes that set him apart. He was the scout, quick and nimble, always in motion. No one could move through the city's twisting alleys and darkened corners like Toby. But his biggest strength, Noctis had already seen, was his distrust. Toby didn't give anything away. He didn't trust easily, and Noctis would need to earn that trust before any real alliance could be forged.

Then came the girl who had been the first to speak to him, the one whose sharp eyes had never left him since he entered the room. Her posture was guarded, but there was something more in the way she carried herself—a sense of urgency, as if she felt the weight of the future pressing against her. 

"My name is Aria," she said, her tone more confident than her appearance suggested. "And I'm thirteen."

Aria had always been the protector, the one who stepped in when things got too dangerous. But her protection wasn't just for the younger members; it extended to the gang as a whole. She wasn't as polished as Jasper in her strategic thinking, but where he analyzed, she relied on her instincts. Aria could read people the way a hawk reads the wind—sharp, unyielding, always searching for any weakness to exploit. Though there was something about her that made others uneasy, a quiet suspicion that lingered in her every glance. But her heart was fierce, and it was tempered by a practicality that made her a valuable asset. Her loyalty was absolute—but it had to be earned, piece by piece, and she never let her guard down easily.

And then, when it came time for Noctis to introduce himself, there was a brief pause. The air seemed to hold its breath, as if the others were waiting for something—anything—that might explain why they were listening to a child. Noctis straightened, his gaze steady and unwavering, his small stature somehow commanding the same respect as those who had grown far beyond him.

"I am Noctis Vale," he said, his voice steady, his words coming out like a promise, like a future. "I am five and a half, almost six."

The silence that followed was thick, laden with confusion. The others looked at him, their brows furrowing, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and something else—perhaps curiosity, perhaps fear. How could someone so young—someone barely able to tie their own shoes—speak with such conviction? and fought with them yesterday with such expertise? Yet, Noctis stood there, unflinching, as if the weight of his words was enough to carry the room. 

And then, Noctis broke the silence. His words were calm, but there was an undercurrent of something more. The same fire that burned in the others—he could feel it in himself too.

"Alright," he began, his voice unwavering, cutting through the uncertainty in the room. "Now that we've cleared the air, let's get to the point. I know there's a lot you've been through, and I'm not here to judge. But what I need from you is the truth. You've survived in these streets, but you can only go so far relying on scraps and instinct."

Jasper's eyes narrowed. His gaze never wavered, but there was a cautious edge to his words. "What do you want to know?"

"I want to understand what you've been through, what you're up against," Noctis replied, his voice unwavering, yet laced with a genuine curiosity. "The city's big, and I know there are factions rising, pulling strings in the shadows. You guys have survived because you know how to navigate it. But I need to know who we're really dealing with."

Jasper's expression softened for just a moment, a flicker of something that looked almost like pride mixed with something darker—perhaps the weight of leadership, the loneliness that came with it. 

"The city's changing," Jasper said, his voice low, measured. "There's a power rising in the Eastern sector. A man called by others as 'The Goliath' ,he's gathering people, promising them a future. They're starting to follow him. People we've known."

Noctis' brow furrowed as the name echoed in his mind. "The Goliath?" he repeated, testing the weight of the name. But something about it felt familiar, like a distant memory just beyond reach. His mind was restless, piecing together fragments of whispers and half-remembered faces.

Jasper didn't hesitate. He glanced at Aria, who nodded, then at Toby, who remained silent but alert. He continued, his voice growing firmer. "He's big. Huge, actually. Around eighteen, long blond hair, red eyes, tattoos all over. And his reach—he's got more than just power. He's got people who are untouchable, and he's got connections. The city's higher-ups are turning a blind eye, and he's growing stronger by the day."

Noctis absorbed the information, but a part of him couldn't shake the feeling that this Goliath wasn't just a threat. Noctis could see it—the same hunger that burned in him. Power, control. It was a familiar sight. He could feel the pull of it.

Toby's voice broke in, filled with doubt. "But how does someone like him get that powerful?"

Aria's voice, sharp and unyielding, filled the silence. "He's got more than power. He's got everything else. People who know how to move behind the scenes. His enforcers—like shadows—they leave nothing behind."

The pieces were falling into place, and Noctis, feeling the weight of the city on his shoulders, knew this was no longer just about survival. This was about taking control. The future of the city, of the Dune Rats, was in their hands. And Noctis, despite his age, was the one who would shape it.

"So," Noctis said, his voice clear, his determination settling in like a heavy weight. "You think The Goliath is going to make a move soon?"

Jasper met his gaze, unflinching. "If we don't make a move first, and we'll be swept away."

Noctis paused, letting the weight of the words settle. This wasn't just a power struggle. It was a call to arms.

"We're not just going to take him down," Noctis said, his voice hardening with resolve. "We're going to take control." a small grin spread on his face.

In that moment, as the conversation continued and their plans began to take shape, Noctis knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning. What he had just offered wasn't just hope—it was the beginning of something far bigger than any of them had imagined. The Dune Rats, a gang of outcasts, were about to become something more. And Noctis Vale—this strange, enigmatic child—was going to lead them into the future.