Hero of War?
He had become the Hero he had always wanted. He had slain countless monsters, saved many villages from doom, and brought peace between the kingdoms. He had fully succeeded in his goal, but at what cost?
A knocking was heard. "Mr. Arc," a distinctly feminine robotic voice sounded, "your laundry has been completed and breakfast is on the table."
I sighed heavily, "Thank you Penny, and can you please call me Jaune?"
"I'm afraid I cannot, just like the last one-thousand seven hundred ninety three times you have asked. It is in my programming to address any global figure so familiarly."
Another sigh, "Fine. What's for breakfast?"
"Pancakes."
Not even a second after that word was said, images flooded my mind of a orange haired girl with the energy of lightning bolt, Nora. My hands began to shake. Her image cascaded into that of a long haired man who I once called brother, Ren. The tears began to pool in my eyes. His image bled into that of another ninja like character, Blake. The tears began to drip. Her opposite yet equal, the yellow haired brawler, Yang. They finally dropped to the floor with loud plops. The innocent, yet brave silver eyed warrior who was like the younger sister to us all, Ruby. Her partner, the snow angel, the Ice Queen, the Mage, my second love, Weiss. The tears had dried up and was replaced with the pulsing of my aura, painted black with my sorrow. The final image broke me, for it was my first love and also my first loss, Pyrrha.
All were dead. For while I am called a Hero, they are the true Heros. They all gave everything to save this world. No, they gave more than everything. For they gave so much that they could not give more. Yet, I was with them for each of their last words, and they haunt me to this day.
Another one-shot by me, mainly just messing around. I obviously don't own Rooster Teeth or RWBY.