Warcraft: Broken Wings

Hi! Uh. So I'm not too sure what to put here since this is my first story. I guess I just sort of came up with this idea while my friends and I were decorating for Halloween and the song Broken Wings came on, and they eventually convinced me to put it up. Enjoy!
I own none of this. RWBY and the Warcraft universes are the rightful property of their respective owners.

"It's a waste of time, and we both know it!" A figured donned in a black cloak stated as he turned to face another figure. The second was also dressed in a strange cloak, yet theirs was a distinct lavender color, giving an almost royal air about them.

"You are going in that portal, you asked for one to Dalaran, and you're getting one!" The second figure exclaimed with growing irritation. The two of them had been in this same argument for nearly 10 minutes now, with a large swirling portal hanging loosely behind them as if propped up by invisible string. "I wasted a few hundred gold on the materials to make this thing, you'd better make use of it!"

"When I said I wanted a portal, I meant that-..."

"That if you continue on like this you aren't going to be able to get basic tasks done without assistance... Because I'll break both your legs..." The second figure reasoned. The first figure knew it was the truth, and while it was tempting to continue the argument, he knew that his allies 'logic' had bested him, and so he conceded the argument then and there.

"Are you absolutely sure this portal is safe? I would rather not end up stuck in some sort of anomaly... Again." The first cloaked figure said as it knelt before an imposing wormhole, energy swirling around in such a way it appeared as if the edge of the portal was lined with a thousand teeth, all waiting to bite down on the cloaked figure should they dare draw any closer.

"Trust me, it's safe. I double checked my spell work; you should arrive at the city no problem!" The second clocked figure replied, his voice dripping with both pride and uncertainty, though the former was able to bury the latter to an overwhelming degree, for no other reason than to the nerves of his friend.

Despite the second figures best attempts to seem confident, the first crossed his arms and sighed, but stood regardless, preparing to jump into the vortex that lay before them. "Well here goes nothing I guess."

Upon peering into the portal however, nearly all of his confidence vanished.

Not bothering to turn back to his companion, the first cloaked figure made a sound of uncertainty as he gazed upon the lands shown in the portal. He certainly did not recognize any of it, and while that was not cause for alarm in of itself, it was enough to prompt the first figure to turn to the second and ask, "This doesn't look like Dala-..."

That was all he could get out before two hands slammed into his chest, sending the first figure spiraling into whatever mysterious world lay upon the other wide of the portal. The laughter of his friend was the last thing the cloaked figure heard before the portal's entrance closed, sealing his fate.

The second figure chuckled merrily to himself as he closed the portal and pulled out a tome, opening the musty text to a marked page, happily burying himself into his book. "Everyone's a critic these days."

If there was one holiday that team RWBY could all agree that they enjoyed, then that holiday was the night of Halloween. While it meant much different things for each person present, it meant a night of merriment for most of them in the end either way. It was for this reason that three of them were running around their dorm, hastily attempting to throw on their costumes.

"C'mon guys! We're gonna be late for the dance!" Yang cried in mild distress as she strapped different pieces of an elaborate angel costume to herself, nearly slapping her younger sister, who was passing by, across the face with fake wings as the blonde attempted to throw them on like a strange backpack.

"Well maybe if Weiss hadn't taken a hundred years to do her hair I wouldn't have to hurry so much!" Ruby, who had donned a rock star getup along with a guitar that she had borrowed from one of the other students as her costume, cried, continuing to dodge her sisters deceptively fragile looking angel wings of death.

"Hey it's not my fault! If Yang had just paid attention to where she was aiming her stupid spray on glitter, I wouldn't have Had to redo my hair!" Weiss retorted, staring into a hand mirror, fixing a loose hair strand or two that moved out of place. If only she had asked Phyrra for a place to change into her vampire costume in peace.

She had heard of sparkling vampires before but this was just becoming ridiculous.

However, amongst the bustling chaos that was currently the RWBY dorm, there sat one person idle, her eyes glued to a random book that she had procured from the library earlier in the day, along with 5 others that were currently sitting at the foot of her bed. Their mission was to occupy the girl for the night while the Halloween dance kept those she would normally spend the night with busy.

Only one person noticed this at first, and only because she had noticed her out of the corner of her eye as she flailed around in her latest attempt to get her wings attached properly, eventually succeeding after almost knocking down a lamp and nearly smacking Ruby over the head once again.

"C'mon Blake, aren't you gonna get into your costume? The dance starts in like 10 minutes!" Yang exclaimed with a smile, picking up Blake's designated costume, a necromancer, still wrapped in the airtight placid bag that team RWBY had purchased it in a few days beforehand.

"No."

Ruby noticed the conversation and decided to attempt to interject but was almost immediately shot down by her dark haired teammate. "But we-..."

"I said No..." Blake seethed.

"Blake, come on, you have to at least-..." Yang cut herself off and quickly ducked as Blake suddenly tossed her book recklessly towards them, and though it missed the first two girls, it instead found it's mark only a few inches from where Weiss was pampering herself, causing the young heiress to shriek in surprise, jumping out of her seat.

Yang sensed that getting Blake into her costume would be a less than simple feat. However, out of concern for her friend she pushed on, opting to rip the emotional bandage off now to save the dancing they always did around the subject, knowing that it would be brought up either way in the end. "Blake it's been a year since Sun... Left... You've got to-..."

"I'm not going. That's final." Blake interrupted, ripping a new book from the small stack that she had gathered, purposely holding it directly in front of her face to show Yang her desire to be left alone.

The blonde member of team RWBY quickly caught on, as signaled by her tossing the robe to the bed like an old rag and glaring up at her friend, who had yet to withdraw the text from her face.

"You know what...Fine." Yang huffed in irritation, grabbing the arms of both her younger sister and Weiss, before beginning her forced march out of the room, turning around for but a moment only to say, "Your costume is on my bed if you change your mind and decide to come and have fun with your friends... You know, the ones that are still here."

With that a loud slam could be heard. Blake dipped her book carefully down her face to find everyone except for her had vacated the room with surprising efficiency. She was alone.

Blake gazed down at the robe from her perch and sighed sadly. She did not want to go to this party. She didn't, she really didn't.

But her friends were there, all of them most likely wondering if she would be okay on her own for the night while they all had a great time.

That's what drove her to jump down to the floor to slowly change into the robe.

"She better get over her little storm cloud of a mood pretty soon, because I'm getting pretty frickin' tired of having having to walk on eggshells with her!" Yang yelled as she stormed down the paths of Beacon, with her younger sister and Weiss close in tow.

"You're right, but we should be a little more understanding. Sun was important to her after all." Ruby reasoned, earning a small sigh from her elder sister as the three of them stopped at a crossroad.

"I know Ruby... I just wish we could do something to help her." Yang explained. She was just about to continue on towards the dance when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Standing around about 15 feet away from them was a hooded figure dressed in a black robe, his face obscured from the three of them.

"Man, he spent some time on that costume huh." Weiss commented, her eyes widening when her blonde teammate brushed past her, smacking her with her angel wings of death in the process, all while waving towards the hooded man.

"Hellooo!" Yang called out waving her arms in the air to grab the attention of the hooded man, who glanced up at the three, his piercing gaze stopping the girls in their tracks for a moment before Yang's confidence returned. "Nice costume! Where'd you get that?"

"Oh.. Uh... I made it." The hooded figure fumbled with his words, surprised at the sudden conversation he was thrust into.

Yang was not concerned with his awkward answer however. His voice unsettled her. Something seemed to be unnatural about it. She quickly hid this behind another one of her signature smiles. "Hey are you aright? Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed or something?"

"No, just a bit ill. It's getting a little better though."

"Oh, well good! So do you attend Beacon or are you visiting?" Ruby asked, finally gaining the courage to speak to the hooded man.

"Erm... Yes, I attend this academy." The figure lied. Judging by looks alone, these people were no younger than him so it would be an easy disguise to pull off. Besides, if he were to go along with them, he could quickly gain information on this new location, and perhaps even find a way to leave. Putting on his best clueless act, the figure glanced around chuckled. "Sorry... Guess I just got a little lost."

"Aha, that's not a problem! We'll get you to the dance!" Yang exclaimed as she threw her arm around the figures shoulders, nearly smacking him in the face with on of her angel wings. Her arm withdrew a moment afterwards upon noticing something in the distance. Team JNPR. "Look! Looklooklook! It's the others! Come on!"

Without another word Yang sped off, leaving the other three in the dust. Weiss quickly followed, disinterested in the hooded figure. Only Ruby lingered behind for a moment to mutter a small apology before speeding off to join her friends.

The figure chuckled. "Well the locals are... Colorful to say the least."

Taking his surroundings in once again, the figure was less than surprised to see that he still was not quite alone. From the corner of his eye he could easily make out the shape of a flowing purple robed woman shuffling towards him. A necromancers robe. Her outfit consisted of the purple robe, along with a black bow that rested comfortably on the top of her head.

"Well... I can safely say I've never seen a necromancer with a bow on their head before." The figure chuckled at the woman, earning a small frown from her until the figure sensed his mistake and quickly added, "It fits you though."

"Yeah, thanks... I guess." Blake mumbled, unsure of what to make of this mysterious individual who she had seen speaking with her team. It was not that she did not trust her team. It was more that she had no idea who this man was, and she had been screwed over enough times to know that keeping an eye on this man, just incase he tried anything funny.

The figure however was rather fascinated by this new arrival. She appeared to be much calmer than the other inhabitants that he had met so far. Something that he liked. A calm nature often meant quite a bit of wisdom, in his eyes at the very least. "Most necromancers paint a skull on their face though."

"I didn't get around to the face paint."

"Why not? You had some didn't you?"

"Yeah, except I wanted to hurry to catch up my friends so I Uh... I just didn't get around to the face paint." Blake shrugged, not exactly caring about the lack of a completed costume on her part. Maybe she was just talking to someone who hated to see an incomplete costume.

"Oh! Well I have an easy solution for you in that case!" The figure said, his tone suddenly brightening as he pulled out a small vial of what appeared to be a grayish white paint. Uncorking the vial with a pop the figure dripped some of the paint onto one of his fingers before glancing up at Blake. "May I?"

Blake nodded and stepped closer, though not without warning the man, "Don't try anything."

"I won't." The humored tone in his voice vanished upon noticing the glare that the female was wearing. It was a shame to him. Someone with a face like hers deserved to smile. "I promise..."

"People have broken promises to me before." Despite her words, Blake allowed the man to begin his work, calmly waiting as he laid out the image of skull across her face. It felt strange to have another person touch her face, yet for some reason that she would never truly be able to explain, she let it happen, never turning away.

After a few minutes of awkward silence between the two, Blake finally spoke up, blurting out the first thing to come to mind.

"So... Do you just carry around face paint wherever you go?" She asked, almost immediately feeling foolish. It was Halloween,of course people would carry around face paint! Her question was rewarded however when she saw the man's lips curl into a smirk.

"No, not exactly, this paint is more for keeping the sun out of your eyes." He explained, beginning to fill in her forehead with the grey-white paint, though the smile never left his face.

"Isn't it supposed to be black then?"

"Yes, yes it is. You can thank my friend for that one." The figure laughed, remembering the fiasco that had turned all of his warpaint white, though his concentration was never taken from the task at hand, his fingers moving across her face as if it had done so a thousand times before. "While I do care deeply for them, there are certainly days that they drive me up a wall."

Blake couldn't stop the smile that slowly crept onto her face. "I can understand that."

"There's a smile. Knew you had it in you." The figure chuckled as he wiped the remaining residue from his finger on his cape, closing the vial that held the rest of the paint with the same small popping sound Blake had heard when he had first opened it. "I'm finished. Shall we go and meet up with your friends?"

She was afraid he was going to say that.

Every single rational part of Blake's brain told her to deny. Told her to make her excuses and find her way to her friends herself, to leave this mysterious stranger behind. She had a million and one reasons to ditch this man. Heck, she could even just go back to her room, back to the stack of books that no doubt still rested on the end of her bed, just waiting to be read.

"...Sure, let's go." She hated her irrational side sometimes.

It was a silent walk to the dance, neither person wishing to disturb the quiet of the night. It was relaxing, being able to stroll to a dance without worries. Even Blake seemed as if she was enjoying herself, illustrated by the multiple deep breaths she took, attempting to relax her clenched muscles from the stress of the last year.

"Please just... Ow! Please Cardin, just leave me alone!" A voice ripped the two out of the relative tranquility they had been basking in. Upon locating the source of the noise, Blake was disgusted to see the school bully Cardin up to his favorite past-time once again. Bullying the Faunus girl Velvet.

Blake sighed. The peace was nice while it lasted.

"Why? You're dressed as a big scary Viking! Shouldn't a Viking be able to fight me off?" Cardin jeered as he leaned against a rather large old looking tree, giving another rough yank to Velvet's ear.

The figure apparently had noticed the altercation as well, as he had now slowed to a stop and was staring at the scene with just as much ire. "What exactly is going on over there?"

"That would be our school bully Cardin. He has a thing against the Faunus, as do most humans. Though I'm sure you already knew that." Blake explained, a small sigh accompanying her words. "Usually my friend Jaune would stand up to him, but he's not here right now. Guess Cardin thinks he has free reign."

"Ow! Stop! Please!" Velvet cried, drawing Blake's attention back to the other female. Cardin's grip had obviously grown tighter, as Velvet had now grabbed into his wrist in an attempt to force him to release her.

"...Right..." The man growled, having seen enough of the little show being put on.

The figure then began a quick walk over to the two all while Blake trailed behind him, grabbing onto his shoulder as she warned, "Don't get involved. You'll just end up making things worse for her."

Unfortunately this tipped off Cardin that a few people had been watching him, his ear yanking put on pause when he saw that Blake girl along with some guy he had never seen before were now advancing on him at a pace he was not prepared for. "Huh? Who're you supposed to-..."

Before Blake could stop him, the figure grabbed Cardin's head with both of his hands and pulled it at a vicious speed towards the ground, with the figures knee traveling at nearly the exact same speed in the opposite direction.

Blake was almost certain that the sickeningly loud crack that followed was a newly formed concussion for the school bully. Along with a possible cracked skull. Boy the infirmary was going to have a field day with that one.

"Go to the dance." The stranger said as he pushed the paralyzed Velvet into Blake's grasp, his voice much darker in tone than it had been previously. Each word that flowed from his mouth sent a shiver down the two Faunuses spines.

"What're you going to do?..." Velvet, timid as ever, asked the man. While she certainly hated Cardin with a passion, she by no means wanted to see him seriously hurt by this stranger.

"Go..."

Blake needed no more convincing, her body shivering once more as she led Velvet away from the two two men and towards the dance, away from whatever Cardin was about to suffer.

She was not about to stop whatever happened. Cardin was known throughout the Faunus student population to be one of the most racist huntsmen-in-training in all of Beacon Academy. If this stranger wanted to teach him a lesson, Blake was all too happy to walk away. She may not be Adam, killing was still too far in her eyes, but she certainly did not mind a little karma.

Meanwhile back at the tree the figure glanced down at Cardin, who had been clutching his head, with a psychotic grin that showed a killers intent. "So... Like to torture others do we? Well let's see how enjoyable it is for you on the other side of the coin..."

"No... Stay away!... Stay away!" Cardin was silenced by the man's darkly laughing form overtaking him. "Eep.."

"...-And thats how Ren and I took down a dozen Death Stalkers with only our bare hands and rescued the children of the Vale Orphanage!" Nora, who was dressed as an astronaut, exclaimed as she jumped to her feet and pumped her fist high into the air, nearly knocking out a passing student in the process.

"It was beowolves. Two of them. In the middle of the forest." Ren interrupted, the various pieces of jewelry on his pirate costume jingling as he buried his face in his hands and shookmhis head. Where Nora got this imagination of hers he would never know.

"Either way though, we-..." Nora's rant teetered off upon glancing at the entrance of the party to see Blake and Velvet strolling hurriedly into the party. While this would not normally be grounds for stopping Nora, Blake's face paint certainly was enough. "Blake? Wooaah..."

The rest of the little RWBY/JNPR group that had been listening to Nora's story had also turned to fade Blake, only for both Jaune and Ruby to stop eating their plate full of desserts that had been in front of them. Phyrra and Weiss merely stepped back uneasily, their faces twisting into worry. Even Yang appeared as if she was unsettled by the sight of her friend.

"What? What's wrong?" Blake asked as she and Velvet walked over, the formers head tilting to the right ever so slightly in confusion. Did they not want her at the party? They had tried so hard to get her to come before.

"Did you do that yourself?..." Ruby asked, pointing at Blake's face upon receiving another tilt of the head. "The face paint. Did you do that?... It looks..."

"Kinda frickin' realistic." Yang interjected.

The rest of the friends present nodded in agreement. Finally after an awkwardly long silence, Weiss worked up the courage to hand Blake her hand mirror, which the raven haired young woman opened with all haste, only to gasp at the sight that lay before her.

That man had indeed painted a skull onto her face, one that perfectly commented the necromancers robe. Because it looked horrifyingly realistic, at least as realistic as it could look with the time it took the figure to paint her face. Even the most minor of crevices appeared to have been taken into account. If it weren't for her piercing yellow eyes staring back at her, Blake would have been convinced that she was looking directly at a monster.

"Well Miss Belladonna, you've certainly put quite a bit of time into your costume." A voice interrupted Blake's train of thought. Upon glancing up Blake was surprised to see none other than Professor Ozpin dressed in a standard mad doctor costume, grinning at her. "I'll bet you would win best costume with your face-paint alone."

"I-.. Uh, thanks." Blake replied, slightly stunned at the compliment.

It was then that Blake saw a black cloaked figure slip into the party, clearly looking for someone. Presumably her. Once again her sensible side told her to tell Ozpin of this mysterious stranger that had made his way onto the campus, while her growing irresponsible side told her to excuse herself from present company to follow the man, to continue speaking with him.

Guess which side won out. Again.

Blake finally was able to catch up to the man when he reached the ballroom balcony, where he was silently leaning over the edge, watching the tranquility of the nearly empty campus grounds before him. He would never admit it, but he always loved the serenity of a garden at night.

"So... What'd you end up doing to Cardin?" Blake asked as she strolled over to lean on the railing next to the man, interrupting his thoughts, yet earning no resentment for such an action. Merely another smile.

"Hmm? Oh it's a surprise; one I'm sure you'll like." He replied, never taking his eyes off of the campus gardens below. His voice lacked the darkness that had flowed through it previously, back to its still unnatural, yet happy tone that it had been before the confrontation with Cardin.

"You didn't hurt him seriously did you?" Not that Blake cared all that much for the safety of the bully, but her worry was still piqued. She did not want Cardin to die after all. That would make her no better than Adam.

The stranger laughed as he shook his head slowly. "No, of course not, but he won't be bothering you or that other girl anymore."

"M-me? What do you mean?" Blake asked apprehensively as she instinctively reached up to her bow, every muscle in her body tensing. Had she somehow been found out? That was impossible though. She worked so hard to keep her secret safe. How could he possibly know?

The figure smirked again. Damn him.

"Your bow twitches rather irregularly from time to time, and I'm relatively sure it's not the wind doing it." Upon noticing Blake's expression, the figure's smile disappeared. Was she really so untrusting? He could not blame her, that was for sure. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Why would you care? It's not like you gain anything by not revealing my secret." She asked. It was not that she wanted to have her secret revealed, rather she wanted an answer. Excluding her team and team JNPR, most people would immediately point such a thing out to whoever they could.

"Because I know what it's like to be hated by society as well." The man answered cryptically, his shoulders slouching ever so slightly.

"Oh..."

"I gotta say though..." The figure continued, finally taking his eyes off of the gardens below to sneak a glance over to Blake. "I've only known you for about 10 minutes but you've made me laugh quite a bit, more than I have in a while. Maybe that's all the world needs; a little bit of understanding."

The two then faded into silence, their conversation concluded. Neither minded. It was the sort of silence that comforted you, the type that made you relaxed and let you expel all the worries from your mind into the wind.

"So are you having fun?" The stranger asked after a few more minutes of comfortable silence, finally deciding that he would much rather hear Blake speak than to hear the soft sounds of the garden. Those he could listen to anywhere. There was only one Blake that he knew of. So why not make the most of it?

"Well I'd much rather be reading, but it makes my team happy to see me at things like these, so..." Blake shrugged, a careless smirk appearing on her face, almost mirroring the one that she had been receiving almost all night so far. "It won't kill me you know?"

"Wait you didn't hear?" The figure's voice grew concerned as he turned to face the cat faunus.

Blake eyes widened at this comment. As she spoke she could not help it when her words flowed out laced with worry. "What? What did I not hear?"

"They say parties are the leading cause of death for bookwo-..." The figure laughed as he felt Blake's clenched fist smack into his arm. "See? Already suffering from the muscle spasms!"

Unbeknownst to the two on the balcony however, Blake had been followed up by none other than Yang and Ruby, both of which were hiding on either side of the doorway, though the younger sister was much more liberal with her turkey peaking.

"Uhh... Why's Blake so happy suddenly?" Ruby asked, clueless as to the situation at hand. Sure, it was nice to see her dear friend and teammate smiling and laughing again, but she could not quite figure out why Blake was suffering, or benefitting, from such a sudden mood shift. "Do you think she accidentally drank some of Dr. Oobleck's special coffee again?"

"No little sis, she's just finally walking out from under that little storm cloud of hers." Yang answered with a smile. Not the usual smile that Yang wore whenever she was about to utter a horrible pun or pull a prank on poor Jaune. This was a smile of contentment.

"Ohh. Well that's good!" Ruby said with a smile of her own. Suddenly a question popped into her head, something she had been meaning to ask earlier before Nora's story had begun. "...Say Yang... Do you think he Really attends Beacon?"

"Hmm? No, of course not." Yang laughed and shrugged, earning a look of confusion from her younger sister. Rolling her eyes, Yang pointed at the two on the balcony. "But look how happy Blake is. Even if he doesn't attend here, he's obviously not here to cause a problem, so I really don't see any issue with him staying, especially if he's making our teammate smile so much."

"I guess so." Ruby said before glancing around, apparently growing bored with the situation at hand. Eventually she began to back away form the doorway as she said, "Hey, I'm gonna go back to the dance. You coming?"

Yang took one last look over at Blake who was laughing once again and turned back to her younger sister. "Sure, let's go."

The rest of the dance passed relatively uneventfully. Nora's wild stories continued unabated, while Ren struggled to correct them. The dessert buffet was raided by the combined forces of Ruby and Jaune, while Phyrra attempted to save some of the cookies and brownies for the other students. Ruby sniffed those out in a matter of minutes as well.

The stranger had even somehow coaxed a dance or two out of Blake before the night was over, though it was apparent that neither of them were really built to handle the dance floor, no matter how much silent encouragement they received from a certain blonde brawler.

After a good few more hours of partying, finally they all stood at the balcony where Blake's happiness had finally returned to her, and where a portal now lay. The one that had carried the stranger to beacon in the first place with the stranger and Blake standing directly in front of it, sharing goodbyes, all while their little group stood a respectable distance back, giving the two the time they needed.

"So... I guess that's your ride huh?" Blake asked, staring at the portal, secretly wishing she could somehow close it. Somehow keep this stranger at Beacon. She knew it couldn't be done though. It was obvious he had friends. Possibly loved ones...

"Yeah, my friends must've finally been able to track me down..." The stranger muttered as he glanced into the portal. It was absolutely from his friends. Even the image that rippled about the portal was of the mountains from which he had been previously before this whole fiasco had begun those seemingly long few hours before.

"...Will I ever see you again?" Blake asked, her normally composed voice increasing ever so slightly in pitch as she began to play with her hands. A nervous habit that she had never quite grown out of.

The stranger chuckled, though this one lacked the usual luster. It was almost a bitter laughter; forced even. "I have a feeling we'll see each other again some day soon."

A moment of silence passed between the group. No one wanted to interrupt the silence that seemed as dense as ice.

"...While you were off speaking with your rather loud friend, Nora I believe her name was, your other friend Yang came over and spoke with me." The stranger finally uttered, his hand reaching behind his back for a moment. It was an action that Blake would have taken as the man reaching for a weapon mere hours ago.

Now she would not even raise her arms.

"Really? Why?"

"She tells me that you've been sad, defeated even..." The figure said as Blake suddenly grew extremely interested in the ground she stood upon, but glanced up in surprise at the figures next words. "Don't be. I don't know what happened, but I do know that you're too strong to let it drag you into darkness."

"I-... I know... I just..."

The figure reached over to Blake, placing his hand upon her cloth covered shoulder, giving it a soft reassuring squeeze.

"My dear friend once told me something when it seemed that there were no options left, when it seemed the world was ready to swallow us whole..." The figure paused for but a moment before he pulled out a small purple gemstone attached to a bit of string from behind his back. Without missing a beat he lifted it over Blakes head and around her neck. "He told me that you should always look towards the future with hope in your heart. Tomorrow is another day. Remember that."

Blake felt her eyes well up and she grasped the gemstone around her neck, before the rest of her judgment flew out of the window as she launched herself in a hug towards the figure as she smiled. "...I will."

After breaking off the hug, the figure smiled at Blake one more time, his voice betraying his true emotions, no matter how calm he tried to keep himself. "Goodbye Blake."

"W-wait! You never told me-..." Blake cut herself off when the figure disappeared into the portal, which closed almost immediately afterwards, sealing off the only path between them. With a sigh the Faunus girl gripped the gemstone around her neck. "I never even got to learn his name..."

Yang was the first one with enough courage to walk over to Blake, followed by all of their other friends except for Ruby who had disappeared some time ago, presumably not wanting to endure the sadness of the situation any longer than necessary.

"Well Blake I guess that makes him your little Halloween mystery." The blonde brawler said, putting an arm over Blake's slumped shoulders. She was not worried about her friend slipping back into sadness. The strangers speech had sealed that avenue of thought off, hopefully for good.

"Yeah..." Blake smiled as she examined the gemstone. A dark purple cut in the style of a marquis cut gem, yet appeared as if it had never been touched by a blade, as if it was formed in it's current state. "I guess so..."

After a few more moments of silence, Yang's sympathetic smile slowly twisted into a cheeky grin. "So permission to make fun of you for being a big softy?"

Blake was about to respond in kind to her teammate and partner's quip when the group suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming towards them.

"Yang! Blake! Everyone! Guess what!" Ruby, who everyone had presumed had gone back to the dorms, cried out to her friends as she sprinted over, her scroll in her hands. There was a large smile on her face, and she appeared to be out of breath. Blake chalked it up to the giggles that still had not died down, despite Ruby's full sprint.

"What's up sis?" Yang asked, putting her other hand on her hip as she tilted her head.

"Some guys just found Cardin Winchester knocked out and tied to a tree!" Ruby explained with a voice so chipper it almost felt out of place, alien to the words drifting from her mouth.

"What?! Really?" Yang's mouth twisted into a delighted smile.

"Yeah! And here's the best part!" Ruby activated the scroll and held it in front of all of her friends, displaying an image that no one there would soon forget, if ever. "Someone carved 'Jaune was here' and some bunny ears just above Cardin's head!"

Blake's smile was brighter than it had been all year.

So hope you liked it. If this ends up getting positive feedback I may do one for Christmas or New Years as well. For those wondering, yes the stranger did have a name, but I opted to keep it a secret to give it an almost Male Reader x Blake feel. If I end up making a sequel then I will probably end up using the strangers name though. Hope you have a good day! Thanks for reading!

Edit: Hey! I've decided to make this a multi-chapter story! I wasn't too sure at first, since a Warcraft/RWBY crossover sounded insane at first, but I now feel that it's the right way to go (Mainly because I saw a Star Wars crossover and realized if people will accept that then maybe my psychotic ideas aren't so crazy). Hopefully the next chapter will be out sooner rather than later!