Hey, Everyone. Sixsamchaos here. Just wanted to let you know a few things and an update to Paths of the Arc.

So, this chapter is an updated version of the original prologue to RWBY: Guardians of Remnant, since I didn't really have a plan for this story when I had first conceived it. In fact, I've pretty much forgotten that I had started this little project.

Now, I have a goal that I wish to accomplish with this story. I wish to make my own version of RWBY after having re-watched the series and reading the manga that have since come out. Unfortunately, this has also made me aware of how the storytelling has developed and how some of these decisions appear either forced or unsatisfactory. I know hindsight is 20-20, but there were previously established things that have since been retconned several times in the more recent volumes of RWBY. Thus, my thoughts to write the series my way has been rekindled.

That said, I am of course open to constructive criticism, although flames and insults will be ignored since they do nothing but waste my time and energy. I only ask that everyone, as readers, to please respect my ability as a storyteller.

As for Paths of the Arc, I am still working on the next chapter, but aspects of my life has been getting in the way of writing and editing things though I did manage to squeeze this out since I had been working on it for a while. Finding a new job and dealing with ongoing health problems have been a bitch overall, but hopefully I will get things out soon. Thank you all for your patience.

Disclaimer: Sixsamchaos does not own RWBY or any other already established characters from other series/franchises. RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and the late Monty Oum.


"This planet was a beautiful experiment, but it is merely a remnant of what it once was. We will learn from this failure. I hope that you will learn from yours." – God of Light's parting words to Salem.


From their place upon the edge of the God of Light's domain, a hooded figure shrouded under a long cloak watched as the God of Light faded to dust with the God of Darkness departing in the form of a purple beam. In the wake of the dark being's exodus, the figure took note of the beam penetrating the moon, the collision shattering a large portion from the main body.

'They could've at least left without leaving a mess behind.'

The hooded figure turned away from the abandoned young woman and walked away, unbothered by the shower of meteors raining down across the lands. As they moved further from the destruction, light shimmered across their form as they too disappeared from the world.


*The Void*

Reappearing in a space full of glistening stars and colorful orbs lighting up an infinite expanse of nothingness, the hooded figure took in the surrounding scenery. "No matter how many times I come here, it still amazes me."

"A response that continues to baffle me. What news do you bring me, Observer?" echoed a voice lacking in emotion. Turning towards the direction of the voice's source, the hooded figure looked down to see the formation of a marble path. Breathing a light chuckle, Observer leisurely walked down the path.

After what seemed like an eternity, the hooded being reached their destination, stopping before a large island floating amongst the stars and orbs of light. Here, Observer looked upon the island's marble ruins, luscious jungle, and tranquil waterfalls in appraisal before making its way towards the sanctuary's center. Following another few minutes of walking, the hooded figure stood before a great pool reminiscent of the one that the God of Light previously called home.

Observer basked in the water's soothing glow, feeling the awesome power emanating from it. "It's a wonder you chose to remain within the Void. Not many gods are willing to spend their immortal lives here."

"You know why I choose to remain within our birthplace, Observer," returned the stoic voice, its owner entering the sacred clearing.

Observer looked to its right, seeing a male figure walk through some bushes. Unlike the Gods of Light and Darkness, Observer noticed this god's appearance to more resemble the likeness of their creations. Dressed in a pair of leather traveling boots, worn grey pants, and shredded white tunic, the male immortal's most notable features were the horrifying wounds that decorated his body. Though none of the grievous injuries seemed to leak any blood.

"Looking much better than last we met, Fracture," quipped Observer, watching a hint of amusement enter the stoic immortal's cracked amethyst eyes.

"I am no longer a bleeding mass of muscle and bone if that is what you are referring to, Observer. Though there is the purpose to your appearance here," stated Fracture as he walked to join the hooded being in basking in the sacred pool's aura.

"It seems the Gods of Light and Darkness have chosen to abandon Remnant. After wiping out humanity of course," informed Observer. Examining Fracture's eyes, the only gateway to his emotions, Observer could see curiosity bleed into the amethyst orbs. As the hooded immortal continued in what it had observed, the bleeding of curiosity frosted into deep disappointment.

"Though foreseen, it is a pity to hear of this, Observer. Perhaps it was unwise for us to not give them counsel," stated Fracture, to which Observer shook its head. Raising a concealed arm, Observer created a small crystal ball that revealed the immortal Salem wallowing in her anguish and hatred.

"It would not have mattered as the Brothers were responsible for their own creations. Our duty is not to humanity but to Remnant and the other realms," reminded Observer. Fracture nodded as he watched the images of Salem fade and be replaced with that of a young mortal and the God of Light. Sensing the other immortal's curiosity, Observer gave a swift account of Ozma's story and his connection to Salem and the Brothers.

"The Gods of Light and Darkness have altered the fate of Remnant with their decision to wipe out humanity. And the God of Light alters it further," stated Fracture, as he watched the God of Light present Ozma with four different objects of power. Observer nodded in agreement though a mirthful chuckle was let loose when the two immortals listened to the God of Light's assigned quest.

"The God of Light has no idea what he has just done nor the futility of his desired outcome," said Observer. Next to the hooded immortal, Fracture tilted his head not detailing any emotion. The two immortals watched Ozma accept the God of Light's mission before disappearing in a flash of light to begin his reincarnation.

"Hmm, such decisions shall cause ripples throughout the realms. With their abandonment of Remnant, their presence within the spiritual plane will cause stirrings amongst the other gods and great powers," stated Fracture, who'd closed his eyes to sense where the Brothers had gone.

"That is not even mentioning all the souls that are now flooding the Afterlife. The gods with deathly aspects will not be pleased with the sudden influx," pointed out Observer.

"And the Timelords will be running themselves ragged over how these decisions will affect the time stream," continued Fracture.

Observer barked out a laugh and shook its head. "It'll be exciting to see how everything plays out."

Fracture raised a simple brow to his colleague. "I would have expected you to feel more trepidation for the upcoming future. With your domains of time, knowledge, and truth, you would be one of the most affected by these new developments."

The hooded immortal agreed with its companion, though it did play with the crystal orb in its hands. "As the Eternal Archivist, I should be more concerned by all the changes. But many tend to forget that my position allows me to witness all the storytelling in person. The excitement, the agony, the miracles, and the devastation. And though my ability to interact with these events is limited, I remain free to do as I please."

"…And those times in which you are allowed to alter events only increases your excitement," concluded Fracture.

"You know, you are quite put-together for someone whose very essence was ripped apart," said Observer, an unseen smirk adorned its face.

"Your observation has been noted," returned Fracture as he walked away from the hooded immortal. For their part, Observer turned back to the crystal orb in its cloaked hands, seeing a little girl enter her parents' office to show them her newly discovered magical power.

"Looks like I'll be getting to work much earlier than I thought," chuckled Observer before the crystal orb shattered and the hooded immortal faded away.


Sat beneath the moonlit sky, Ozma observed the lands that he rules over with his beloved wife, a land seemingly tranquil yet left a dark pit of emotions raging within his very soul.

Though it had been some time since he'd last conversed with the young soul he had merged with upon his return to Remnant, the young farmer's words still unnerved Ozma.

'What are we doing?'

These four words repeated themselves within the confines of Ozma's shaken mind. Something that had not occurred since the revelation of his inevitable death at the hands of the terminal illness he had contracted so long ago.

Upon reuniting with Salem, Ozma had at first been astonished by her change of appearance but soon came to realize that she was still the same young woman he had fallen in love with since rescuing her from her imprisonment. But now, Ozma grew worried for his beloved and her growing desire to become the unopposed ruler over the entirety of Remnant. Though she does not outwardly display it, Ozma could sense her glee when observing the crusades that their subjects had been carrying out in recent days.

"Just what am I doing?" sighed Ozma, breathing deeply to rid himself of his frustration.

"A question that carries too many answers, young mortal."

Startled, Ozma quickly jumped to his feet and turned towards the source of the "What?! Who's there?!"

"Easy now, young Ozma. I am not one to be feared." Observer spoke casually as the hooded immortal stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

As Ozma gazed into the black abyss that shielded Observer's visage from the light, he flinched back from a sudden pressure building in his chest, threatening to crush his rapidly beating heart. This stranger held a great amount of magical power, one far superior than his own. "Forgive for not entirely believing your words," gasped Ozma as he tensed into a fighting stance.

Only for Observer to raise its cloaked arms in surrender. Its dual voices of male and female whispering in harmony to the reincarnated mortal. "I swear upon my name and status as an immortal that I mean you no harm, young Ozma."

Ozma remained wary of Observer for a moment longer before capitulating to a more neutral, if tense, stance. Observer calmly lowered its arms and slowly approached the wooden bench, taking care to not appear threatening in any form. For his part, Ozma did not take his eyes off the hooded immortal, his own thoughts racing at the presence of another divine being.

Observer chuckled as it took a seat. "You must be very surprised to see me."

Ozma conceded with a nod. "You are a god."

"Hmm, yes and no. I am an immortal being, but I do not see myself as a 'god' though I do have the strength of one. I am more of an Observer."

Ozma blinked at the hooded immortal's words. "An observer?"

Observer nodded; its voice mirthful. "I am one of many immortal spirits that watch over Remnant as an eternal watcher. My duty is to witness the great events of this world and record the truth. Thus, I am largely unseen by the rest of this world's inhabitants."

"Until you wish to be seen."

Observer chuckled and nodded again. "Most of my contemporaries can only watch or listen and record down the events as they happen. I am one of the few who are able to…shift paths from one direction to another."

Ozma froze as he listened to Observer's words. Such manipulations would be considered impossible by most and incredibly dangerous by others. Even the Gods of Light and Darkness would dare not meddle with Destiny's affairs.

Observer shook its head, having noticed Ozma's fear grow. "Relax, young Ozma. I am merely here to provide you counsel. You do seem to wish for it."

Using every ounce of his self-control, Ozma willed away his fears and focused on what the strange immortal offered. It seemed much too convenient for this being to come to him. There was more to this meeting that much he knew.

And yet…

"Forgive me, but I do not know what to refer to you as, though it appears you already know my name."

Observer gave the reincarnated mortal an unseen smile. "You may call me Observer. And to be fair, you are quite famous within the world of Remnant currently. You and your beloved."

Ozma sighed but acknowledged Observer's statement. "Yes, well, I am beginning to regret accepting Salem's offer," frowned Ozma as he leaned against the balcony's stone barrier. Observer did not speak and allowed for Ozma to gather his thoughts and to continue.

"I love Salem. Truly, I do. Even in this new body and merged with another's soul, my love for her has not diminished in any form. But that love is slowly transforming into fear. I fear that she is no longer the woman I fell for. I fear that she is losing herself to the darkness…" trailed Ozma, looking down for a moment before rising up and meeting where Observer's eyes should be. "I fear what will happen to our daughters and how they will react to what Salem is becoming."

Observer made no movement nor spoke. It watched Ozma's fear-filled eyes slowly leak tears. It was clear to even the blinded that Ozma feared for his family, though Observer sensed there was more to the story.

"There is also the matter of what the God of Light's mission for you. The deal you made to be with Salem again."

Ozma nodded. "With the revelation of the Faunus and the threat of the Grimm, humanity is divided even further than before. How can I undo such hate in the world? How can I redeem the people of Remnant when I do not even know how to help my family?"

"It was a deal that never should have been made."

"W-What?" stuttered Ozma, peering at Observer through his tears.

"The God of Light should have never made his deal with you. Furthermore, the God of Light and the God of Darkness are at fault for your current situation."

"What are you talking about? How are the Gods of Light and Darkness at fault?"

"Salem told you what had befallen Remnant at the hands of the Gods of Light and Darkness. But she didn't tell you everything," spoke Observer before the hooded immortal rose from the bench and raised an arm. Observer created a crystal ball and gestured to Ozma to approach and presented the orb to him.

Cautiously, Ozma stepped forward, dread forming in the pit of his stomach.

"Allow me to show you the truth," said Observer before the crystal ball emitted a flash of light, encompassing both itself and Ozma.


Ozma gasped as he collapsed onto his hands and knees. Dazed and his thoughts jumbled from everything he had witnessed, the 'god' of Remnant wretched and desperately tried to keep the bile that had risen under control.

Unlike the heaving mortal, Observer stood with its hand outstretched, the crystal ball still held within Observer's palm. The hooded immortal willed the object away and quietly took a seat once more, waiting for Ozma to pull himself together.

"…S-Salem. What have you done?" gasped Ozma, his eyes unseeing.

"She turned against the Gods because she could not let you go."

Ozma shut his eyes and bit his bottom lip. As he felt the metallic taste of blood touch his tongue, Ozma gripped his head as he rose to a kneeling position. "I-It's all my fault. I should've comforted her before my death…I should've done something!"

Observer tilted its hooded head as it stared at Ozma's pitiful form. "Do you really believe she would've refrained from asking the Gods for your resurrection?"

"…No. Her greatest fear was to be alone again. It's my fault. I promised her that we'd be together no matter what we faced. I left her…"

"Your guilt betrays you, Ozma. Nothing short of divine intervention could have prevented your death."

"But it is still my death that caused Salem to go against the Gods. She couldn't let me go…"

"In truth, neither you nor Salem are at fault for humanity's destruction. Neither is it the fault of the Gods of Light and Darkness."

Upon hearing this, disbelief filled Ozma's eyes as he stared at Observer. "What are you talking about? Salem raised an army against the Gods. They themselves made her immortal and destroyed everything we once knew."

Observer nodded though it then shook its head. "I am uncertain, but I believe that there are greater powers at work here. Your death. Salem's deception and immortality. The actions of the Gods of Light and Darkness. These were all meant to come to pass."

Ozma's disbelief became complete shock as he listened. "I do not understand."

"There are beings greater than us gods and immortal spirits, young Ozma. Beings so ancient and so powerful that they are able to rewrite the events of history on simple whims should they so choose."

Shock quickly transformed into anger and then hopelessness. "…This was all meant to happen…then what is the point of continuing on when everything is predestined!"

"You misunderstand me, Ozma. Fate and destiny are intertwined together but never truly joined. It was fate for Salem to go against the Gods and for you to be chosen by the God of Light. However, your destinies remain uncertain. Both your journeys have yet to be fully written."

Ozma didn't know what to make of Observer's words. The hooded immortal seemed to speak in paradoxes. He desperately searched the dark abyss underneath Observer's concealing cloak for any sign of clear guidance but found none.

Eyes closed in frustration and heartache, Ozma bowed deeply to the hooded immortal, his forehead pressed against the cool stone floor. "Please, Observer. I beg of you. Give me a clear answer. What should I do?"

From its seat, Observer stared down at the kneeling mortal. Not a sound made, nor a word uttered. Complete silence took over the balcony as Observer kept staring.

After what felt like an eternity, Ozma raised his head upon not hearing any response from the cloaked immortal. Only for his eyes to take in the empty space of where Observer had sat upon the bench. Quickly rising to his feet, Ozma searched all around him for any sight of the cloaked immortal.

"Ozma…" whispered Observer's voice within the confines of Ozma's mind, freezing him in place.

"…I cannot answer your question for I cannot direct your path. I have given you the wisdom of truth. Now, it is up to you to navigate your journey, young mortal."

"…But what if I fail?" whispered Ozma.

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Trust in yourself, young Ozma and you will find the answers you seek."

Ozma stood in silence as he felt Observer's presence leave him. The reincarnated mortal's mind raced with thoughts as it tried to wade through the torrent waves of frustration and despair. But the thoughts that passed, the more Ozma felt bile rise to his throat and sickness threatening to overcome him again.

"Daddy! There you are!"

Snapped out of his chaotic thoughts, Ozma started and turned to see his youngest daughter step onto the balcony. As soon as his eyes met hers, Ozma felt his dark thoughts steadying and slowly fade away under the light of innocence shining through his youngest's beaming face.

Seemingly sensing her father's distress, the young child blinked as her expression became more concerned. "Daddy? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes, sweetie. I'm fine. Just thought I saw something outside," quickly answered Ozma, trying to show his daughter his usual state of contentment.

The young child pouted at Ozma, not entirely believing her father as he picked her up and rested her on his hip. "Are you sure, Daddy? Do you need Miss Sparkle? She always helps me feel better."

Ozma blinked at his daughter as she presented her favorite stuffed unicorn to him. The reincarnated warrior glanced down at the little plush doll before gingerly accepting it with a smile. Kissing his daughter on the forehead, Ozma walked towards the balcony's entryway and began making his way towards the main room.

"Perhaps I will this time. Thank you, my little princess. But do not worry. It's nothing to be concerned about."

"Really?" asked his youngest.

Ozma nodded. "Really. Now, we should rejoin your mother. It's nearly bedtime for you and your sisters."

The young child gasped with excitement and clung to her father. "Will you tell us another story tonight?"

Chuckling, Ozma nodded and kissed her forehead. "Of course, sweetie."

As Ozma walked down the hall, he felt a sense of calm overtake him. Glancing down at his joyful daughter, Ozma subtly tightened his grip as he remembered Observer's parting words and the truth that had been revealed tonight.

Resolve now replaced distress as Ozma silently swore a promise to himself. A promise to help his beloved wife and to keep his precious children safe.

Observer was correct in that only he could lead his own destiny. And though it was a lifetime ago, he had been a man of action once. Confident and unshaken.

For his family, it was time to be one again.


So, there you have it. The revamped prologue chapter. This story will be a bit different to RWBY: Spirit Warriors since that story is more or less a crossover with the Yu-Gi-Oh! franchise.

Anyways, tell me what you all think. Good? Bad?

Hopefully, my next update will be on Paths of the Arc and in the near future. Until next time.