The night was calm and collected in the streets of Magnolia, but a certain group of dragon slayers were out causing mischief, well, two fourths of them at least.

"C'mon Salamander, just do it already, remember, never go against what the master says," Gajeel, the Iron/steel-Dragonslayer smiled, holding a Popsicle stick with a blue crown on one end.

"Jeez, alright I'm going ya lugnut," Natsu stated before climbing a tree. Natsu puffed his cheeks and blew out his Fire-Dragon's Roar. Scorching the grass in the shape of the Sabertooth Guild Emblem.

"Uh guy's I don't think this is such a good idea," Wendy, the Sky-Maiden, stated waving her arms about.

"Relax shorty, I might have been part of the Rune Knights for a while, but I never forgot my wild side," Gajeel smirked.

"So, why won't the new guy talk?" Natsu asked pointing to the new comer to the Fairy Tail Guild.

Behind Wendy, sitting on the brick ledge, was a man just as big as Lauxus, but had a very different aura. His eyes shined crimson with reptilian pupils, while his face was decorated in black and red dragon scales, similar to one Acnologia.

Wendy sighed, kind of tired of repeating the same thing.

"His name is Scythe, and he won't talk because he's not comfortable with talking," Wendy replied. "He only feels comfortable with me speaking for him. I wonder why though?"

Scythe tapped the brick twice, signalling for Wendy to come over. Wendy hopped over before Scythe leaned in and whispered in her ear. Whatever he said, it made her blush a bit, and he blush before looking away.

"What'd he say shrimp, if he said something perverted, I'll…"

"No, no it was nothing like that," Wendy stammered. "He said that I remind him of his little sister, that's why he feels comfortable with me speaking for him."

"Well, any who, back to the game," Natsu shouted holding a cup with four Popsicle sticks. The sticks were color coded this time, instead of numbered like at the Christmas party.

"I'm the master again," Gajeel smiled, seeing Scythe's color. "Scythe, tell me something about yourself, without using Wendy as a translator."

"Hey, that's not fair man," Natsu shouted.

"Why the hell not?" Gajeel asked shouting back.

"If he doesn't feel comfortable with talking with us in his own voice, then we should respect that," Natsu stated. "Any respecting guild master knows that."

"Fine, you can use the shrimp as a translator," Gajeel sighed.

Scythe whispered in Wendy's ear and her face went blank.

"What'd he say kid?"

"H-he's the slayer… meant to kill Acnologia," Wendy muttered. "The Logia Dragonslayer."

"What no way?" Natsu shouted.

"You've got to be kidding me," Gajeel interjected.

Before they could continue to ask questions, Scythe's senses kicked in and he dropped the four of them to the ground, taking the brunt of the attack. Wendy however reacted just as fast and went by his side, but a blinding flash of light hit her and just like that, both she and Scythe were gone from thin air.

Meanwhile, a certain criminal group was making their way to a dust shop in the dimension of Remnant. The five men walked through the alleyway, making their way to the show, from Dust 'till Dawn. Four of them were dressed in the same black suits, red-shades and Top-Hats, all carrying the same red katana, while the one they were following, was dressed in a white suit, black pants, fancy Buller-Hat, a cane in hand, and a lit cigar in his mouth. Finding the store they wanted, the man in the Buller-Hat opened the door, followed by his lackeys.

"Do you have any idea, how hard it is to find a dust shop this late?" The orange haired man asked as one of his followers pointed a gun at the elderly shop keeper.

"Please, just take my lien and leave…" The shop keeper begged.

Shh-shh-shh. Calm down, we're not here for your money," He explained. "Grab the dust."

As he said those words, his men scattered around the store and started collecting the dust from different tubes, and the crystals in the display cases. One of the lackey's was about to collect the dust into a canister before he saw a little girl with a red hood, reading a weapons magazine.

"Alright kid, put your hands where I can see them," He stated pulling out his sword.

The girl seemed to not know what he said, either that or he was ignoring him.

"Hey, I said hands in the air," He repeated, getting closer to her. "You got a death wish or something?" He asked removing her hood, now seeing she had headphones with blaring music on.

Seeing this, he motioned for her to remove her headphones.

"Yes?" The girl asked.

"I said, put your hands in the air, now," He repeated for a final time.

"Are you, robbing me?" She asked, sounding a little surprised, but not scared.

"Yes," He simply replied.

"Oh," She said with a cheeky smile.

At the front, the orange haired man was waiting for the heist to finish before he was surprised to find one of his men flying through the window. He motioned for another of his men to go fight whoever it was, only to be met with the same fate, actually shattering the window. The rest of the muggers looked out the window to see the little girl raising from the ground, with a giant scythe unfolding with mechanical sounds, over her shoulder. She twirled the giant weapon in the air before forcing the tip of the blade with ease into the ground, turning off her music.

"Okay… get her," The orange haired man stated after ashes fell from his cigar.

All three lackey's, including the one whose butt she kicked earlier, ran out at her, with swords in hand. The little girl in the red hood used her scythe like a gymnastics-horse and twirled around, kicking the first one in the face, sending him flying back into the store.

She removed her scythe from the ground before placing it behind her back. Pulling a trigger, she fired off a round from the head of her blade and spun around and flipping, knocking the lackey's away with the force and motion.

Using the motion still, she used the momentum to slam her weapon down on another lackey, causing him great pain and discomfort. A third lackey, most likely the one she knocked out of the shattered window, started firing at her. With incredible speed, she dodged each bullet leaving behind rose petals, before jumping back and knocking him away.

"You were worth every scent, truly you were," The orang haired man stated reaching into his back pocket. "Well Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening; and as much as I'd love to stick around, I'm afraid this, is where we part ways." He said nonchalantly aiming his cane at her, revealing its form as a gun.

He fired off at her and she used her gun-scythe to avoid the attack. When she landed she looked around for him before spotting him climbing up a latter on a nearby building.

"You okay if I go after him?" Red asked the shop keeper.

"Uh-huh," He said sounding tired.

Red then left and followed, not knowing of the company she had watching the fight. Using her weapon to quicken her pace, she ran and used the momentum of her gunfire to allow her to get to the roof top right after him.

"Hey," She called out.

"Persistent," He stated, before turning around.

Without even flinching, the orange haired man smiled as his Bullhead had appeared from out of nowhere. Sending the air current everywhere. Light's blinded Red as the cargo bay door opened.

"End of the line Red," The orange haired man stated after hopping in and pulling out the burn crystal he was examining before her interference.

He tossed it at her feet and then fired at it, making it explode. Thinking he won, he focused as the dust settled before his eyes widened, seeing a hulking figure standing over her in a big bear hug. He gently removed himself before rolling his shoulders, his cloak was burnt in different places, revealing a patch of red and black scales covering the parts of his exposed back.

"Who are you?" Red asked as he removed himself, he turned to look at the man who had attacked, and his gaze was filled with anger.

Before anything else could be said, the rubble had glowed purple and formed into spears, aimed for the Bullhead. Scythe and Red looked over to see a woman with a riding-crop twirling it around as she prepared her attack. She pushed her glasses up before she sent a barrage of purple telekinetic attacks at the Bullhead. The orange haired man ran to the cockpit, annoyed of all the interference.

"We've got a huntress," He told the pilot, dressed in a red and gold dress.

As the Bullhead took off, the blond woman shot a purple sphere in the sky and dark storm clouds began to gather. She motioned her riding-crop down and a barrage of ice started hitting the Bullhead, causing it to go off course. The female pilot stepped out, positioning herself to where she could best attacking. Lighting her hand on fire, she sent fire ball after fireball, aiming for them. While the blond prepared a defence, Scythe went in front and took the hits. While the blond and Red gasped, fearing the worst, their shock widened when the flames started to implode. In the center of the flames, they saw Scythe, his cloak fully burned revealing him in a pair of black and blue, scale pants, while red and black scales dawned his body like a chest plate, arm guards and a tower less crown for a knightly prince. His hair was spiked back and reached to his lower back, shades of scarlet, silver, and violet shined from the moonlight reflecting off them. A pair of katana were strapped to the right side of his waist, the scabbards were painted with red and blue blood patterns along with black fabric wrapped around the handle.

Returning from her shock, the blond gave a flick of her riding-crop and the stone spears went flying. The female pilot, though her eyes and face shadowed over, she used her aura to redirect the spears as rubble rain. Finding a need to help, Red turned her scythe into a gun and started firing at the Bullhead. Shocked only to find that each bullet was deflected by the female pilot's hand. Scythe smelt an explosive ready to blow and turned to see five glowing spots where the two girls stood, and raced over pushing them away before the explosion hit.

Taking this opportunity, the man dressed in white flew off, taking the Bullhead a safe distance away.

Red and the blond ran over to where the explosion happened, only to find Scythe down on one knee, with his opposite fist in the ground while he pushed himself up.

Seeing that he was alright, Red turned to look at the blond.

"You're a huntress," She smiled. "Can I have your autograph?"

Half an hour later, both Scythe and Red were sitting in the room. A pile of paper and a pen next to Scythe, as the blond figured out he doesn't talk.

"I hope you realize your actions tonight will not be taken lightly you two," The blond, who introduced herself as Glynda Goodwitch. "You put yourselves and others in great danger."

"They started it," Red stated.

"If it were up to me, you'd both be sent home, with a pat on the back," Red seemed to lighten up at this statement, "and a slap on the wrist." She said, slamming her riding-crop on the table, startling Red, Scythe remained unfazed. "But… there is someone here who would like to meet you."

As Glynda walked to the side a middle aged man with silver hair, wearing a grass green turtleneck, and a darker green suit, walked in. In his left hand was a mug of coffee, while in his right, a plate of cookies.

"Ruby Rose," He pointed out, revealing Red's true name, "and who might you be?" He asked looking over at Scythe.

Scythe took a piece of paper and wrote his name.

"Scythe Scarlet Jaeger Knight? That's a long name," The kindly man smiled before turning back to Ruby. "You, have silver eyes."

"Uh-uh-um…" Ruby stammered.

"So where did you learn to do this, and you this?" He asked as Glynda showed the footage of Ruby fighting, and Scythe eating the fire.

"S-Signal academy," Ruby stammered again.

Scythe remained silent and motionless.

"Very well, I'll address her first," He stated. "They taught you to use one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?"

"Well, one teacher in particular," Ruby explained.

"I see," The elderly man stated, putting the plate of cookies right in front of her.

Hesitant at first, Ruby reached out and grabbed one before stuffing it in her mouth, then continued to stuff her face with more.

"It's just that I've only seen one other scythe wielder of that skill before. A dusty old crow,"

"Oh that's my uncle Qrow," Ruby explained, sounding muffled with food before swallowing and repeating it. "He's a teacher at Signal, I was complete garbage before he took me under his wings, now I'm all like…" Ruby stopped explaining and did ninja poses and stances, one pose which nearly hit Scythe in the face, if it weren't for his reflexes and catching her hand.

Ruby was a little scared before she looked over and saw his smile. Obviously he was a very rational person.

"So I've noticed," The man stated sitting down. "And what is an adorable girl, such as yourself doing at a school, designed to train warriors?"

That question caught Scythe off guard. He was surprised to find there were schools like that here.

"Well," Ruby began. "I want to be a huntress."

"You want to slay monsters," The man stated.

"Yeah. I only have two more years of training left at Signal, and then I'm going to apply to Beacon. See my sister's starting there this year and she's trying to become a huntress, and I'm trying to become a huntress, 'cause I wanna help people. My parents always taught us to help others so I thought, oh well you might as well make a carrier out of it, he-he. I mean the police are alright, but the huntsmen and huntresses are just so much more romantic and exciting, cool and oh-ha-ha, you know?" Ruby explained, getting all excited.

"Do you know who I am?" The man asked after a short moment of silence.

"You're Professor Ozpin, you're the headmaster at Beacon," Ruby explained with a smile.

"Hmm… hello," Ozpin said with a chuckle.

"Nice to meet you," Ruby smiled.

"You want to come to my school?"

"More than anything," Ruby smiled.

"Well okay," Ozpin smiled before turning his attention back to Scythe. "Now, what is it you're doing here?"

"I was attacked, I fell unconscious, and I woke up in this place. Last thing I remember is my friend Wendy coming to my aid, before a bright flash of light engulfed us both," Scythe explained, writing it on a piece of paper.

"So I take it, you're not from around here," Ozpin stated after reading the note.

"Am I anywhere close to Magnolia?" Scythe asked on another note.

"I'm sorry, but there's no such place. It might mean you're from another world, or dimension all together," Ozpin suggested. "But, from what I can gather, you're on the hunt for your friend… Wendy was it?"

"That's right, twelve year old girl, blue hair, come up to my chest, always apologizing too much for things she did wrong, even if they were minor," Scythe described in his third note.

"Well, can't say I've seen or heard her. How about you come join Beacon as well, Mr. Knight?" Ozpin asked before taking another sip of his coffee.

"Will I get free time to search for Wendy?" Scythe asked.

"Indeed, though you look like you've been through hell and back already," Ozpin stated, noticing the many scars on Scythe's visible skin.

"So, your name is Scythe?" Ruby asked getting in his face. "That's so cool, just like my weapon. What kind of weapon do you have?"

Scythe stood up and went to the corner where he left his katana before pulling them out of their scabbards, allowing the blades to glow with fire and ice.

"That is so cool, so was that fire eating thing your semblance?" Ruby asked.

Scythe sat back down and asked what a semblance was. Shocking all three of the others in the room.

"How can you not know what a semblance is?" Ruby asked.

"I'm from a different dimension remember?" Scythe questioned writing the statement on the same page as his question.

"So, why don't you talk?" Ruby asked, getting on to another topic.

Scythe was silent, he turned away, but not before Ruby noticed pain in his eyes from a memory he didn't want to remember.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. So how old are you?" Ruby asked.

Scythe turned back around and jotted and number on the paper, before showing it to Ruby, Ozpin, and Goodwitch.

"You're sixteen?" Goodwitch asked. "You look seventeen to me."

"I grew up on a ranch and farm, so I gained some muscle as a bonus to it," Scythe jotted down.

"Well Scythe, what's your answer?" Ozpin asked.

Scythe gave a little thought before finally giving his answer.

"I accept your offer, but I want to search for Wendy on my terms," Scythe wrote, gaining their attention.

"Your terms are acceptable, just be sure to maintain a stead, good grade when you do," Ozpin explained before leaving the room.

"So…" Ruby began as they left. "You want to come over to my place? I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind letting you sleep on the couch, and my sister would love to meet you."

Elsewhere at the Vale Portside warehouse, the orange haired man was throwing a bit of a tantrum. Before he heard a knocking at the giant doors. He had them opened to see two of the newest lackey's hauling in a girl with royal blue hair wearing a yellow, green and blue dress, with a pattern that looked like it belonged on an Easter egg.

"We caught this girl snooping around Mr. Torchwhick," One of the lackey's stated.

"Oh, well lock her up in one of the cargo crates, my 'Special' cargo crate to be precise," He stated.

As the lackey's locked her to one of the cargo walls, Wendy started to wake up, scared, that she knew where she was.

"S-Scythe…" She whispered. "Please, come find me."

At that moment, Scythe's head shot up, hearing the familiar voice of his friend.

"Hmm? What's wrong? It's just the docks," Ruby stated as she walked over to the Bullhead, ready to take them to the small island she lived on.

Scythe didn't answer and instead turned his head towards the source of the sound. Warehouse: 13, that's where he was sure the sound of Wendy's voice came from.

"Scythe, what's the matter?" Ruby asked, seeing him shake. She noticed his fists were clenched, now realizing he wasn't shaking in fear, but in anger. "Lead the way big guy."