Ozpin's POV

Once more he was in the darkness that never ended. When some died they saw a white light. Due to his failures he never saw the light any more. Not until Salem was defeated. He was so tired of fighting in a useless war. All he really wanted was to die. Yet he could not abandon the kingdom's to their doom.

To his surprise instead of being forced into a new body he was surrounded by light. A familiar voice said, "It has been a long time Wizard."

One of the Gods decided to grace him with their presence. Oh joy. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with. After all that was one of his more painful deaths. Burned and buried alive. Cinder with the power of the Fall Maiden had actually killed him. Beacon had fallen and it was his fault for not preparing them better.

Now he would have to start over in a new body. The only upside was that Qrow would be searching for him whenever he reappeared. If he was honest with himself he was tired of this. Tired of fighting all the time. All he really wanted was peace.

The God said breaking through his thoughts, "Ozpin you have been fighting this fight for centuries with little success. The others and I have decided to go with a different plan. You however will not be getting off so easy."

He wasn't expecting to get off easily. The Gods loved to torture him with his immortality. All he wanted was to die and stay dead this time.

He snapped tiredly, "I'm done with you. If you think you have a better plan to save Remnant then go for it. Until then I will keep fighting."

As was his duty despite him never wanting it to be. All because of Salem. Their history was a long and bloody one. It only continued to become more and more bloody. So many lives had been lost to the fight. It was the reason why he no longer made friends or family when he came into a new body. All that would do was bring more hurt to him.

That was until he met a black haired boy named Qrow Branwen. Like Ozpin he seemed to not want anything to do with other people. It wasn't until he really got to know the boy did he understand why. His semblance was that of bad luck. Something he seemed to have an abundance of. After a little prodding and help on his part they became something of friends. Eventually Qrow became his closest confidant. Now he knew that it would be awhile before he saw the man. If his luck didn't kill him first that was.

The God said, "We are giving you an option this time, Ozpin. You can go back to Remnant and keep doing this. Or you can go to another world that needs help. You will be replaced by another who wishes to save Remnant."

That almost sounded better than what he was doing now. Take the other world and live and die like a normal person. However he had to be sure. There was no way he could end up in another existence like this one.

He asked, "If I die there, will i truly die? Or will it continue to be this ever lasting existence?"

The God said, "As long as you do not take your own life you will die. You will also have your magic back. You will need it where you're going. Aura and magic will be the key to your life."

At that point he was too tired to argue. Better get this over with. He could do one more life.

"Good luck, Wizard."

Being reborn in the new world was different than in Remnant. Instead of being put into a body with a soul he was given a new body. There wouldn't be a soul competing with his own. His name was Obi Wan Kenobi.

His family was not poor by any means. If he understood it right they were practically royalty. His father Ben Kenobi however favored a democracy. Something that the old him could find pride in.

In this life time he had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. His aura was just as he remembered it. Green as grass after rainfall. What had been truly surprising was when his magic answered his call. It came far faster than what he was used to. As such when he first called upon it to move a chair at the age of two: the chair was thrown across the room. It left him surprised and his parents stunned.

From that moment he heard them talking about something called the Jedi. He would later learn they were similar to huntsman. They protected the entire galaxy not just single planets.

One came to test him not long later and he was found force sensitive. It meant he had the potential to be a Jedi. His family was naturally distraught at losing their only heir. They did however agree to allow him to train.

To the old huntsman it was both a relief and a disappointment. Once he was old enough they would begin training in fighting. This would allow him to stretch his aura out once more. After he unlocked it again. While he could see it within his mind eye. It was still just out of reach.

The trip to the Jedi temple was a long one. His journey from a small child to almost a teenager even longer. Obi Wan made three friends in his ten years at temple. A boy by the name of Garen Muln. A Mon Calamari by the name of Bant. The final being another boy by the name of Reeft.

Garen was the trouble maker of the group. In a way he reminded Obi Wan of Qrow Branwen. His memories of his past life were still fresh in his mind. Using the techniques he learned at the temple he controlled them.

Bant was a shy girl who would rather talk things out than fight. She wanted to be a healer. He had no doubt that she would make an excellent healer.

Reeft was the most like Obi Wan. Both boys could almost always be found with their noses in datapads. When it came down to it they could be trusted to hold their own.

Obi Wan was the top of his class in most of his classes. With the help of his past lives he thrived at the temple. His skills with a sword had not changed though he hid them. There was no reason to allow the Jedi to become suspicious.

Due to nightmares he rarely slept and spent most of his nights practicing his aura in secret. His cane as it always had found its way back to him. It felt more comfortable in his hands than any lightsaber. Still this training had to be kept a secret.

By the time he was twelve going on thirteen he almost regained all his previous skill. The only thing that still eluded him was his semblance. It still eluded him and made him wonder if he had a new one again. Obi Wan had hoped for his past life's semblance. It was easier to disguise and use. Time manipulation. If he kept that semblance it would come in handy as a Jedi. Or as just about anything else.

His thirteenth birthday was fast approaching. If he was not chosen by a master soon then he would be sent to one of the Corps. If that happened he planned on disappearing. There was good he could do elsewhere that did not involve being a farmer.

Shaking his head of the thoughts he began to focus once more on his training. So focused on his aura he didn't feel the approach of the Jedi masters.

Dooku's POV

His return to the temple after a six month long mission was a simple one. He met with the council and gave him report. After accepting it he was sent to rest. Given the time of night he should have waited until morning to give him report.

His quarters were not near other master's quarters. Instead he chose to be close to the younglings as they were near the training rooms. It gave him a good opportunity to watch them.

Master Yoda had chosen to come with him. What was going on in the ancient master's head was anyone's guess. As they drew closer to his rooms the sounds of someone practicing could be heard.

Given the time of night he would have thought it was a restless Knight. The Force however begged to differ. It pushed him to look in on the training room. Instead of a sleepless young man or woman he saw a boy. From his appearance he was an initiate no older than twelve. In his right hand was a cylindrical object. The boy was wielding it much like a lightsaber.

Strikes came fast and accurate of someone who had many years of experience. Experience far beyond the child's age.

Yoda said sadly, "It seems young Kenobi is having trouble sleeping again. Rare occurance this is not."

A ringing sound resounded through the room when the boy slammed the object into ground. Green sparks shone around him lighting up the boy's surprised face.

Kenobi whispered softly, "Finally. It wasn't much but I felt it again."

Dooku asked coming out of the shadows, "And what would that be young initiate?"

The effect was instantaneous. The spun around on his heel. The object he was using held in a high guard ready to fend off an attack. Another flicker of green flashed around the boy's chest. When he saw who was with Dooku the boy relaxed minutely.

After hitting the lever on the side of the cane it retracted. He stowed it away in his robes before bowing.

Kenobi stated, "Masters. What can I do for you?"

Well at least the boy had manners. Dooku noted immediately the dark bags under the child's eyes. He was definitely not sleeping.

Yoda stated, "Practicing should you not. Sleeping you should."

Kenobi shrugged as he replied, "Sleep does not come easily master. I'll take my leave to go meditate. There is little more I can do tonight."

Neither master made a move to stop him. Dooku could feel the Force pulling him towards the boy. It wanted him to take the boy as his Padawan. It wasn't even something he was considering. He didn't need another Padawan. Still he could not deny the pull of the Force.

Yoda said as he began to walk away, "Hurt the youngling is. Chosen he is not."

With that the little green troll was gone. This left the master with more questions than answers.