Essay Writing: Leide Has Happened To The Regalia

The sunlight glared harshly onto Noctis and his friends as they were in the sleek Regalia making their way through Leide to get to Altissia. To say Leide was drastically different from inside the walls of Crown City was an understatement, the towering skyscrapers and smooth pavement were replaced with seasoned wooden shacks and bumpy roads.

It was a compeltley different enivomrment that had not much of anything else to offer other than the various rock formations. With a defeated sigh, Prompto set his camera down on the leather car seat. "There's literally nothing to take a picture of," He groaned, resting his arms behind his head.

"Leide isn't exactly known for its appealing surroundings," Ignis said who took the wheel of the Regalia.

"There's

'God, when don't you sleep, Noct.'

The Regalia came to a slow stop. "I fear the worst has happened to the Regalia," Ignis stepped onto the gas pedal and a heavy, black smoke seeped out from the exhaust pipe.

"And that doesn't look too good," Iris hopped out of the car, which finally woke Noctis up.

Still half-asleep, Noctis watched Gladiolus and Prompto get out of the car. "We there already, Specs?"

Ignis tapped on the wheel. "Not quite, the car stopped before we could reach our destination."

Yawning, Noctis sat up. "Great. Just what we needed." He got out and leaned on the door instead next to Gladiolus who was attempting to hitchhike. "No luck?" Noctis asked.

"Not yet, thought people were a lot friendlier outside the city."

"Uh-huh…"

Iris slammed the hood shut. "Aaand the engine's totally fried. Any of you guys know how to fix cars?"

"Even if one of us did, we lack the tools to do any repairs since Gladio's camping gear took to the bulk of the space in the trunk," Ignis

"You're telling me." Noctis muttered back.

"Not the fairy tale beginning you pictured, huh, Noct?" Gladiolus remarked.

"How'd you guess?"

"He's not the only one, I so regret wearing these shoes now, they're killing my feet," Iris said.

"We tried to warn you, Iris," Noctis said. "But you just wouldn't listen."

"Practicality comes first before style," Ignis said.

Iris let out a snort. "Practice what you preach, Iggy."

"Duly noted."

"Hey Specs, sure it isn't your turn to push?" Noctis grumbled.

"Wha-no way! It's definitely my turn," Prompto argued. "My legs are killing me!"

"And you think mine aren't?"

"Your legs won't kill you if I do first," Gladiolus muttered.

"Easy, big guy, we're all on the same boat here—oh wait, except you have huge muscles!"

"I have muscles too..." Noctis said defensively.

"Where are they again?" Iris teased.

"They're still there...even if you can't see them."

Prompto snickered. "You fooled me there, Prince."

"Now-now, save the bickering for later and concentrate on pushing the car, we still have quite the ways to go before we get to the outpost up ahead."

"Easy for you to say, Iggy!" Prompto said.

"Well, you're not