She'd failed.

Despite her greatest efforts, she could not beat her. It enraged her, too no end. She had failed Ozpin, failed Beacon, Vale, Remnant, Jaune... Everything she'd been through, had all been for nothing. Pyrrha could only glare at her foe, who stood only a few feet away. The young champion had nothing left in her; aura was gone, and an arrow pierced her ankle, leaving her painfully and frustratingly immobile.

Anger, no, rage coursed through her. Pyrrha had never felt such fury in her life. It was something foreign to her. She'd always been an even tempered young woman throughout her life. It was in this very moment that she truly felt what true, pure rage was like. She gritted her teeth and attempted to stand one last time, only to fall back on a knee, she hearing the bones in her ankle crack and pop, the pain that accompanied it was horrid. She looked up to her enemy, the woman in red too see a woman revealing silently in victory.

She did not truly emote, whomever she was, all she did was stand there, as if this was her domain. The thief that stole the Fall Maiden's power had won, and now seemed to take a moment to behold her victory. The woman in red didn't seem to gloat, though it seemed she sneered at her with her sly grin.

"Do you..." Pyrrha painfully begun to spoke, rage giving her strength to speak, "Believe... In destiny."

There was a pause in the woman's celebration. Something... Came over her. The grin that occupied her face faded away. The grip on her bow visibly tightened, shaking in her hand. Pyrrha wondered if the question had somehow struck a nerve, for it seemed anger had crept it's way into the woman in red's composure. Then Pyrrha saw something else in the woman's eyes; they had begun to water ever so slightly,

The woman in red brought her bow to bear, a glass arrow forming in her hand. She pulled the bowstring back, Pyrrha could only watch as she knocked the arrow on the string. The woman's eyes squinted at the young champion, as if they were looking for something besides a place to send the projectile.

"Yes." The woman in red said solemnly.

She pulled the bow string back, and in but a thought, the arrow sailed fatefully through the cinder and fume choked air. Pyrrha felt the glass arrow pierce her sternum and into her heart which struggled to beat on. The young champion reached for it, gasping both for it and a last breath. Her attention was no longer on the woman in red, it was someone else, a witness. Ruby Rose, crouched low on the edge of the tower, watched as Pyrrha watched her life dance by.

Playing 'huntsmen' with her mom, they fought invisible grimm that whole afternoon.

Her first tournament; she only came in second, but wasn't deterred.

Her first day at Sanctum; she was nervous, but quickly gained a close chamber of friends.

Her fifteenth birthday party; it was when her parents gifted her famous spear and shield, and armor too match.

Then there was Beacon:

She remembered first seeing Jaune... it was the first time a boy ever... Drew her in.

Bumping into him in the locker room.

Joining his team.

Her time with team JNPR/

Ren's world famous pancakes... That he burned the first batch.

Nora insisting on doing Pyrrha's nails... They had to get new bed sheets... For everyone.

Jaune's training...

The prom...

Vytal...

Her first... Kiss...

"I'm sorry... Jaune..."

Then she fell into a deep sleep...

She then woke with a start in what looked like a dark parody of Beacon. Ruined by what looked to by both time and war, by grimm. It felt was what came to mind Pyrrha. She walked down the nostalgic hall for a moment before getting the feeling that she was not alone. Something else was here.
It felt eyes upon her, watching her every move. It felt powerful. Like an alpha grimm, a feeling that she knew well. She called out, "Hello!" No answer, "Is anyone here..." She felt a tear running down her cheek, "Jaune..."

"Rejoice, child! Your cries have been heard. There is no need for tears or regrets. For you have entered into Shyish and the eternal embrace of the Ur-Death. You shall be one with... Nagash!" A skeletal hand emerged from the endless gloom. Energy, like but unlike Aura, flowed like steam around the unnatural, but necessary, being. "There is no need for fear. For soon, you shall enter the fullness of Nagash. Pyrrha Nikos, of the Realm of Remnant, I have taken measure of your soul. It is strong. It will serve the will of Nagash, as all things must."

She feel back, reaching for weapons that did not exist, logically, she reached for anything metal, but found her powers to fail her. She was left standing before the disembodied arm which begun to reveal more and more of a skeletal being. "Who are you?!" She demanded, "Are- are you one of Salem's agents?!"

"As I said, child. I am the Ur-Death. I am that which causes the courage of mortals to fail. I am Nagash. Where crops wither, beauty fades, and breath draws faint, I am there. All come to Nagash and in time, all serve before the Basalt Throne of Shyish." The boastful voice transcended time or distance. The presence echoed through Pyrrha's very existence. "I am in an indulgent mood, lonely soul. I shall not strip all that you were and all that remains from you for DARING to suggest that Nagash serves. Nagash rules. Where Nagash commands, all obey. Salem... I know of this being. She cowers at the knowledge that I lurk behind every breath. I awaited her soul once in Shyish. She avoided my grasp and lingers near her black pits. I had such grand designs. The title of Mortarch of Grief was to be hers, but now... Nagash in his magnanimity extends this offer... to you..."

"... What do you offer me, exactly then?" Pyrrha felt as if she had to ask, she had no other recourse.

"Eternity. Eternity of glory as the servant of Nagash. You died with such grief and regret that all heard. The false gods that seek equality with Nagash reached for you, but I, in my mercy, saved you from the torments and emptiness of their hollow and capricious desires. In return, you shall serve Nagash with gladness, for at the end when all realms bathe in the light of my black sun, you will be a treasured instrument that brought about the desolation of the Mortal Realms. Immorality and unity in Nagash shall be your reward."

Pyrrha thought on that. Immortality. Life eternal. It was somewhat tempting, losing her life made her really consider the value of her own life. Though as Pyrrha thought on it, she felt a desire for something else, something she never thought she'd feel, "I want vengeance. " She finally said it. The usually kind natured warrior almost felt guilty saying it, but it was true, "MY destiny was to be a Maiden, and that thief, Cinder, took it. She took everything from me!" Pyrrha thought of Jaune. Of how much pain he was going through, of Nora, Ren, how they were taking it, how all of her family friends where grieving, "I want to kill her. Please. If I become your... Your Mortarch, you will give me her."

"What is stolen shall be reclaimed! Nagash knows the fury born of having what is yours by right stolen! The dead belong to Nagash as this Maiden's power belonged to you. Embrace the truth of Nagash as your own truth. Command my Nightgaunt Legions and reclaim what is yours... and what is mine. Reap a tally of my enemies for they are yours. Through Nagash, you shall learn to wield your grief as naturally as you wielded your Spear and Semblance. Nagash shall mold you into what Cinder Fall fears beyond all things. The will of Nagash is that she wither. That all Remnant witnesses the terrible splendor of Nagash. The Twin Gods of your former realm are but pale shadows of Nagash. For I... I am the Ur-Fear, I am the Ur-Death, I am the end and the beginning. Accept Nagash with all that you are and I will transform your grief from the affliction that cripples you into the razor edge of my retribution. Our enemies shall know the grief born of standing against Nagash... and you..."

There was a sudden rumble of thunder, a Pyrrha begun to feel a static charge forming around her. The charge grew stronger and the thunder heralded a voice, "Oh hoho, my Nagash, it seems your proposals have gotten much better since we last met!"

"Interloper! You dare intrude in my realm! The thief dares speak from the shadows."

Pyrrha then felt herself being lifted upwards, now just confused, "Does it not rain in Shyish? Is there not lighting and thunder in this realm? If not, how do I have power here?" The man's voice was booming and joyous, it reminded Pyrrha a bit of Professor Port

"SIGMAR. I shall cast you down for this continued betrayal. See, Pyrrha, see what the world does. I offered you a choice, but once again you shall be robbed of your will!"

A boom of laughter punctuated with lighting and thunder drowned out that being named Nagash, "You offer her a never ending life of grief. A life serving death, serving a master who views her but a tool. You are more than that, young Nikos."

The skeletal form came into a full, horrifying whole, it's fleshless arm now extending to point a boney didget at the young huntress.

"This is not over. Nagash shall have his due. This denial is but temporary. You shall be mine, Pyrrha Nikos! All shall be Nagash!"