The sea is burning, the sky is blood, Jaune Arc is currently screaming his lungs out as he doubles over with pain inside Beacon's crowded arena.
Why?! That last hit should have just ended his spar with Cardin not threaten to split his forehead in two and boil his damn brain! What was wrong? What had been wrong? Why were the shifting images invading his burning forehead, alternating so fast that the young knight couldn't even hope to recognize a single face or blurry object?
"Mister Arc!"
Glynda Goodwitch suddenly yells in alarm and when she approaches the young man, the blond knight can presently see two shades fighting on top of a crumbling building. One of the shades is holding a bow and commanding fire.
"Mister Arc!"
The Beacon professor repeats and a heartless monster with burning amber eyes covers the kingdom of Vale in a shroud of white fangs and rivers of moving sentient darkness. The blond knight chokes back a startled scream as he suddenly locks eyes with a black-haired Haven student that is watching him from the last few rows. Her eyes are cunning, cold… and amber-colored.
"Mister Arc! Speak to me! Tell us what is wrong so we can help you."
She can't help him, no one can help. Everyone is either dying or already dead, every professor and student in this room will certainly, definitely die. The white fangs are spreading and sinking their teeth into Vale's bones, a familiar arm is flying, leaking hot red blood as a golden-haired Sun fades away never to be seen smiling ever again, all the while a torn bowler hat is uselessly tossed next to a shredded bloodstained parasol. The white fangs and the black teeth are closing in from all sides.
This can't be right, and yet it can't possibly be wrong. Jaune Arc will unfortunately never be wrong about anything ever again, regrettably. And even though his semblance feels more like a cruel curse than a blessing bestowed to him by his Aura, it is now a part of his body and soul.
Meanwhile the face of a dear dying friend is promptly turned into scattering ashes and cinders.
It seems like special powers like incredible strength, flight and precognition weren't in reality at all like they were depicted to be in the various action movies Jaune watched and his favorite X-Ray and Vav superhero comics. Who would have thought that a short glimpse into the future could hurt this much? Who could have guessed that knowing what was about to come couldn't actually change anything?
"Mister Arc!"
The shadow with the amber eyes and her two Haven friends stealthily move away from the commotion as the rest of the students form a buzzing circle around the collapsed knight and Jaune desperately tries to point an accusing finger at the bringer of death as Cinder calmly approaches the room's exit.
But Jaune Arc already knows. He knows that Glynda Goodwitch will never understand his raspy warnings before it was too late and that Pyrrha will completely misunderstand his weak gestures and quickly reach out to grasp his trembling clammy hand and offer him a small reassuring smile. And he also knows that Cinder Fall will slip away without a single word and someday return back to Vale to claim their doomed lives.
And Jaune Arc can't really help it and so the cursed blond man suddenly starts crying. Because Jaune knows.. Nay! He can actually see it! The damned fraud of Beacon can clearly perceive that they are all walking corpses in this room and that the end of the huntsmen's and huntresses' era is nigh.
Pyrrha dies, guilty and alone and a roaring silver rose instantly blooms in her place.
…What?