I'M BACK, and I believe that this is much better than it was before. I'm happy to announce that I will be trying once again to do this, and getting to the RWBY part will happen much faster than was originally planned. Anyways, all see you at the bottom of this page!

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The Introduction

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Navlaan stood by the giant grave, hands on his knees to try and catch his breath. His great hammer lay to his right, handle sticking in the air, his blunderbuss hanging on his back. He hadn't expected to face those…things. It had been bad enough to face three at once, but when they all sprouted snakes from their chests, he really wanted to start running. Then, when two of them lay dead, he hadn't expected the last to crouch down and whistle, and he certainly didn't expect giant snakes to pop out of the ground.

With the rush of echoes that entered his veins, he grabbed one of his two remaining blood vials and stuck it in his leg. As the numbing feeling of the drug like substance spread through him, he sighed and rubbed a hand through his balding set of grey hair.

'How the hell did I beat that?' He questioned himself. He thought for sure that last snake would rip his head from his body. He shook his head, 'No need to question my insane luck'. He stood straight, adjusted his glasses, and grabbed his hammer. 'I should head back to the dream' He thought, a small smile forming on his face, 'I'm sure the Doll misses me, almost as much as I miss her, and her tea'. With that thought, he lit the lantern that had appeared out of nowhere, and willed himself back to the dream.

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Upon his return, Navlaan looked around, only to see the doll wasn't in her usual place. Looking around, he saw her her praying at a grave by the workshop. He walked up to greet her, but stopped short. She was saying something, almost like a prayer.

"Oh Flora, of the moon, of the dream. Oh little ones, Oh fleeting will of the ancients... Let the hunter be safe, let him find comfort. And let this dream, his captor...foretell a pleasant awakening...be, one day, a fond, distant memory…"

Was she…talking about him? She had to be, there was no other hunter in the dream that he was aware of. Warmth filled his chest as he listened, she really did want him to succeed. But what caught him off guard was the end. He frowned a bit. He didn't know how the doll was alive, or why Gehrman was trapped here, but he certainly didn't want to leave them. He had known her and Gehrman for a very short amount of time, but they both felt like good friends, maybe even family, to him. With that thought on his mind, he walked up and greeted her.

"Hello Doll."

She looked up, surprised at first. But then a small smile formed on her lips. "Ahh, Welcome home, Navlaan… Apologies, I was simply rest..!" He cut her off as he enveloped her in a hug. She was so polite and quiet, and always apologizing for small things.

She seemed very shocked by this action, stiff even as he let her go. After several seconds, he spoke, "I heard what you said, and I thank you for praying for my safety. But I am a very old man, I'm afraid. I'm not as I used to be, because of you, but my body is still frailer than most." He then sent her a playful glare, reached up, and put a hand on her shoulder. "And another thing, I'm not just going to up and leave or forget you. You are very important to me." He let go and turned toward the door of the workshop "Both of you are."

Gehrman appeared in the doorway, smiling. "While I'm flattered, and rest assured I am, I have some things to discuss with you Navlaan." He motioned to the back of the workshop, and started to wheel himself there.

Navlaan turned to the Doll, who still look out of sorts. "After I'm done, I'll have to tell you about the latest creature, or rather creatures, I've just slayed. It's a rather intense story, so you had better warm the kettle." A look of excitement crossed her face, before she nodded. She waved them goodbye, and walked inside.

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Navlaan arrived to see Gehrman staring quietly at the stump full of messengers. They were waving their arms at him, ducking in and back out of the stump with different items adorning their heads. They seemed to be trying to amuse him, and they were succeeding. Once they saw Navlaan approaching, however, they quickly ducked back into the stump, only to appear again with his preferred headset. The top hat.

"I still don't see why you insist on them wearing those things, Navlaan. You know they enjoy choosing for themselves." Gehrman spoke with amusement in his voice. He turned to look at Navlaan, a smirk on his face.

Navlaan sent him a fake glare, and responded, "I think it makes them look professional. They are called messengers, they should at least look slightly competent while doing their job. When they're not helping me, they can wear what they wish."

"You know that's just a name, that not really their job. But enough about messengers, I have something of yours and I think you will find it rather intriguing." At this, Gehrman handed Navlaan an old looking letter. After several seconds of looking at the front, he flipped it around and gasped.

"The Cainhurst symbol…How...How did you find this?!" He looked at Gehrman with awe and excitement.

"It appeared on the Yharnam headstone. I don't know why, but I do know it's addressed to you. I think we both know what this means for you."

"Master Logarius…" He had a tear in his eye. "I must…No, it can wait. For now, we must celebrate!"

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Queen Annalise sat on her throne, looking at her knight with a neutral expression. They were surrounded by statues of every shape and size, so realistic you might think they were people turned to stone. But that is debatable, and a discussion for another time. The knight, on one knee and arm extended, had been there for a short time compared to others. But in that time they had done well, very well indeed.

"Thou hast served us well. We are grateful for thy service, but thy time here is almost complete. Soon, you will face your greatest challenge. I have summoned one of the few Executioners left in the land. They will arrive here, put their former master to rest, and enter this throne room."

The knight stayed as they were, bowing deeply, and spoke to the floor. "I will defeat them swiftly, and I will bring honor to you, my Lady."

The Queen almost smirked at the knights confidence. "That will not be necessary. When he comes here, you will know what your challenge is. For now, we must prepare. Leave, and bring me one final dreg of blood. That is all I require."

The knight bowed deeper. Than they stood swiftly and walked toward one of the walls of the room. They pulled down a candlestick on the wall and it swung aside. With a quick look back at the Queen, they turned and walked out of the room. The wall swung behind them and closed quietly. The Queen slowly sunk low into her throne. She knew that this day would come, and she could only hope that her knight was as ready as they seemed. This task would indeed be a challenge, but not for the reason her knight might expect.

'This will be far harder than it should be.'

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So that was a thing. I feel as if this is a much better, less convoluted story compared to the last. I'd like to thank those that reviewed this story before, it certainly helped in this story's development. While this may not be the best, it is certainly better than before.

Anyway, please Review if you see some problems, or you like some things I've done.

(Edit: Just made the flow smoother, and fix a few errors.)