Season 1: Coming Alive | Arc 1: Revived
Hey guys! I know you really loved Alive, but this is just a simple rewrite of it! The last one lacked grammar, spelling and even research that should have been made. I was running on little internet information and just playing the game. I think this helped wonderfully.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, extensively. I do not own Destiny, that belongs to Bungie and any other company affiliated in the making. I do, however, own any and all OCs as well as twisted plot/Canon. [EDIT: I do not own Edward and the Dragon, that belongs to whoever wrote it. No, seriously, I found it on Google, it's not mine.]
Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!
-= *Alive Again* =-
Black. That was all she could see. But, didn't darkness mean there was light? She had no idea how to tell as she curled into a ball in the blank space. What once she believed would outline and house her memories was but a black space occupying it, and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. She shut her eyes and cried when she thought of yellow as her train of thought led her to that from light.
She tried to regain consciousness, but to now avail. Heh, she thought idly. A veil.
Someone with a mane of golden hair flashed before her. Something about that pun had reminded her of this boisterous young girl, but that was all she could know about as she tried again and again to regain consciousness.
She thought hard of her past, but nothing would come. Only the thought of being highly praised for hard work of fighting in tournaments and killing evil creatures grazed her mind, but she could not remember it for all she cared. She tried looking back on the triggers. Perhaps, she thought. They will regain a few memories.
It was like a winded and twisted wire. The black space was now filled with the image of being inside of said wire. She was flying through it, looking at rectangular squares that resembled pictures from a camera. She tried to see each picture individually, even if for but a moment, to see if she could trigger one of them, but the fast-moving pace of the flying left them blurry. She gave up and it stopped, right in front of a mop of blonde hair, sitting upon a head that held two ocean blue eyes and she remembered immediately.
Jaune!
It was as if the picture became animated, and he looked to her with a smile. The picture began to back away, and it was as if chains rose out of the floor that ripped like stone over water. "Jaune!" she tried, though her strength gave out and her knees hit the floor, slowly moving through to whatever hell tried to pull her in. "Jaune!" she tried again and her vision blurred. Her legs were now through the floor and her hips and upper body remained, slowly being pulled. Her eyes were just open enough to see the blurry photo of his animated wave disappearing into darkness. "Jaune!" she tried one last time, feeling a tear shed from her eye and fall down. Her chest was now in the floor, leaving neck and head. She wailed a little loudly, as her mouth was devoured and quieted, leaving the colorful, animated space empty and turning to black.
She was back in that black room again, curled into a ball and sobbing. Her tears struck the floor, and as if a faucet was stricken, water leaked from the floor and flooded the black room. It rose her up, but she gave no care. She was lifted to the top and felt the roof and allowed herself to drown in her own tears. But, a faint robotic voice was heard.
"Guardian?" came the voice, echoing through and billowing ripples occupied the water as it stopped. Her face was mere inches from the roof and the voice gave her hope.
"Guaridannnn?" came the annoyed robotic voice, fluctuating to show human personality. It was beckoning her to awaken, and she very much obliged in order to get out of this hellhole of a mind of hers.
"Eyes up, Guardian," came the voice again. Guardian? she thought. I'm a Huntress, though. A memory resurfaced and she remembered her mother giving her a story on Huntresses.
"Mommy, mommy!" called the small red-headed girl. Her mother, Theta Nikos, looked down on her daughter.
"Yes, Pyr-Pyr," she dubbed her by her nickname. Little Pyrrha cooed in her mother's arms and reached for the dangling pendulum that led from her mother's circlet. "Would you like another story?"
"Yes!" she screamed happily, hoping her mother would give in and read her a book.
"Okay," she said. "Would you like the Pumpkin Story?"
"No!" came the instant reply.
"Okay..." Theta said awkwardly. Pyrrha usually loved pumpkins. "Would you like the Jack and the Duststalk?"
"No!" came another instant reply.
Theta rose a brow. They were her favorite stories. A Yellow Dust Crystal beamed by her head and she smiled. "How about..." she said. "A new story?" she asked with a smile.
Pyrrha cooed and smiled brightly at her mother, silently telling her yes.
"Ajax!" she called to Pyrrha Nikos' father, Ajax Nikos. "Where did you put Edward and the Wyvern?"
"It's on the shelf in Pyrrha's room, Honey!" he called back.
"Thanks!" she called back.
"No problem!" was his last reply.
Pyrrha was carried into her own room. It consisted of a small child's bed in the corner, next to the window. Her toys were littered about on the floor, mostly of pumpkin men and other people, a few dolls and some Lego she left out. "Ow!" her mother seethed as she stepped on one. "I swear," Theta muttered beneath her breath. "Feet were made to find those in the dark..."
A cabinet was at the end of the bed, faced towards the door as she walked in. To the left was Pyrrha's closet no doubt with clothes knocked on the floor (Pyrrha had learned to climb on the dresser in there and had a habit of ruining hanging clothing). On the right directly from the door, beneath the light switch that was promptly turned on after Theta stepped on the Lego, was a large shelf, no doubt holding toddler and baby stories for the three year old. Theta sat Pyrrha down on the bed and began looking for the book. "Aha!" she yelled quietly triumphantly. "Here it is!"
She grabbed the book and made for the bed after shutting the door, sitting down next to Pyrrha. The bed made her bounce a bit from the sudden weight, causing Pyrrha to slightly be launched into the air by about a foot. This was all too familiar for Pyrrha, so she didn't scream and wailed happily in laughter as she landed in Theta's lap, who had scooted over quickly enough. Pyrrha made herself comfortable in her mother's lap.
"This," Theta pulled out the book as Pyrrha sat down. "Is Edward and the Wyvern."
Pyrrha giggled playfully as she rested her head on her mother's upper arm, holding onto her right forearm.
"Edward," started Theta. Pyrrha giggled with a grin, a tooth missing (frontal, that is). "Was the youngest Huntsman in the Valen Kingdom. He was still pretty much a boy, but was so brave and intelligent that, without having to fight anyone at all, he had defeated all of his enemies."
Pyrrha giggled in understanding, though she had absolutely no idea what half of these words meant.
"One day, while riding in the mountains, he came across a small cave. Upon entering it, he found that it was massive. Inside was a beautiful castle. It was so big, in fact, that he thought the mountain wasn't even real. To him, he thought the mountain was a facade to hide the castle."
Pyrrha stared at the colored page. It showed the mountain on one side of a silver line, and on the other the inside of the cave with the man's silhouette and the great castle behind it.
"On nearing the castle, Edward heard the sound of voices. Without hesitation, he climbed over the wall to follow the voices. 'Anybody here?' he called."
Pyrrha began laughing hysterically, shaking the bed because her mother had tried to impersonate a man's voice. "Pyr-Pyr," she said, trying to stifle laughter and a blush. "Don't laugh at me, please!"
Ending the bout of giggles, Theta returned to the book. "'Help! Help us!' came a response from inside, ' we've been locked here for years, serving the Castle Wyvern Grimm!' Wyvern, thought Edward, just before an enormous flying flame almost burnt him alive!"
Pyrrha gasped in horror, hoping to God he wouldn't die (as a toddler, you become attached to characters the moment a book stumbles upon one).
"Edward spun around, and addressing the terrible dragon face to face said, 'It's alright, Wyvern. I forgive you for what you just did, you probably didn't even know it was me.' The dragon was surprised at words such as these. No one dared to approach him with such words, and even in a brazen manner. 'Prepare to fight, Huntsman! I don't care who you are!' bellowed the dragon."
Pyrrha gasped yet again, hoping Edward wouldn't be burnt into crisp like he had been missed last time. Theta simply smiled at Pyrrha's simple-mindedness, but she couldn't help it. Pyrrha was three!
"'Wait a moment!' cried Edward. 'It's obvious you don't know who I am! I am the Guardian of the Great Dust Sword, Excalibur!' Edward was known for making things up before fighting to avoid it. 'You very well must know that Excalibur has slain dozens of Beowulves, Ursae and King Taijitsae. Not to mention the great Dragons, Nevermores and Goliaths that dot Remnant itself! If I unsheathe said sword, it will come to your neck and I will slay you! The first wyvern to be slain by Excalibur!'"
Pyrrha smiled happily at his words, hoping for he to defeat the dragon.
"The wyvern had never heard of Excalibur, but was frightened. He certainly didn't like being slit by throat. Edward continued talking.
'In any case, I want to give you the chance to fight me, wyvern! Let us travel to the other side of the world. Over there is a snow-covered mountain in the Atlesian Kingdom. At the summit, there is a large tower belonging to that of the Schnees themselves! At the top of this tower, there is a golden mage who had created the sword. There the sword will lose its power, and I will await you for five days.' On saying that, Edward rose a cloud of Teleportation Dust and disappeared in the smoky purple remnants of it. The dragon believed he had gone to the mountain in the Atlesian territory, but really, he had hidden in some bushes behind him."
Pyrrha giggled at the simple-mindedness of the dragon, and Theta laughed at the irony of the earlier thought of hers.
"Wanting to fight with the annoying Huntsman, the dragon flew a month's trip to the Atlesian territory to fight him. When Edward was sure the wyvern was far away, he came out of his hiding place and entered the castle. He set free all of the prisoners inside, many of whom that had been missing for years from Vale. When they had returned home, they praised Edward for his great intelligence."
"What happened to the wyvern, what happened to the wyvern?!" yelled Pyrrha who was anxious and had been kicking her feet in the air and was now jumping on the bed by Theta who giggled immensely.
"Hold on, Pyr-Pyr," she said. "I'm getting there...
"And what of the dragon? He flew to the Atlesian territory where there really was a snow-covered mountain, where there really was a golden mage at the top of the tower, and held by Schnees, they made him a massive pet for their three year-old, Weiss Schnee.
"'And we could go to parties, and we could go singing. Can you sing?' she asked the massive Grimm.
"'No, for the love of God, no! Please!' he wailed, grabbing at the golden bars. 'Please, free me!'
"When word got to Edward of what had happened, he was stunned and smiled for his efforts."
She closed the book and Pyrrha bounced up and down on the bed, "Again, again!"
"Again?" asked Theta. Pyrrha had never asked for a book to be read again.
"Yes, yes!" Pyrrha yelled. "I wanna be Edward! I wanna be a Huntsman!"
At that moment, Ajax burst in laughing before yelling, "Ow!" for stepping on a Lego. Theta and Pyrrha laughed at Ajax for what just happened. "Pyrrha? A Huntsman?! Haha!"
Pyrrha pouted and crossed her arms cutely with a frown. "Why not?"
"I'm not saying you can't hunt Grimm, my little pumpkin," he said, picking her up and sitting next to his wife. "You can't be a Huntsman."
Pyrrha turned her head to the side angrily.
"You can be a Huntress, though."
She looked back with interest, seemingly wondering what it was. "Why not a Huntsman?" she asked. Theta looked to Ajax and chuckled.
"Huntsman are smelly guys," he said. "Huntresses are beautiful women," he said, letting out a hand to brush across the air, and looking to Theta with a smirk and raised brows twice.
Theta giggled and looked to the side.
"I wanna be a Huntress!" Pyrrha declared.
She cried at the memory. But, the blurry conscious beckoned her awake. "It worked," it said happily as she lifted her head from the hard ground. "You're alive!"
"Alive?" she asked, looking around confusedly. A lock of hair invaded her sight, so she put a hand to her face to move it out of the way. During the action, she rubbed her head and felt some sort of soft, but friction-filled mass of plastic or something. Liquidy, but not really. She looked at the gloved hand, noticing the ripples in her palm but smoothness on the other side. She tried to feel it with her other hand, but it was gloved in the same type of material. She looked and stood up slowly, lightly stumbling to the side but recovering.
"You don't know how long I've been looking for you," the thing in front of her said.
"What the-?" she asked, looking at him. "What are you?"
" Who am I?" he said slightly annoyed. "I am a Ghost. Well, I'm your Ghost, now."
"A ghost?" Pyrrha asked, looking at him closer and squinting at him. He back away a little as she had done so. "Hardly seemed fitting. And mine?"
"Yes," he replied. "And you...you've been dead a long time."
"Really?" she rose an eyebrow.
"Yes," he said. "So, you're going to see some things you won't understand."
A deathly roar was heard in the distance and Pyrrha looked in the direction the Ghost had looked behind him. She noticed her surroundings. Lightly powdered ground of snow over sticking-up grass in between. Rusted and destroyed cars littering a massive highway that led over bridge from her left and into a massively rusted wall in the distance, the sun shining on it briefly before she turned her attention back to the Ghost looking back to her.
"This if Fallen Territory," he said quickly, scared. "We're not safe here."
The Ghost was a little frantic now, flying back in forth in thought. She curved a smile a little. If I was really dead for a long time, someone got crafty with machinery and emotions...
"I have to get you to the City," he said, turning around and flying a little ways to the wall, before turning back to her. "Hold still."
He sizzled into blue and disappeared.
"Where'd you-"
"Don't worry, I'm still with you," he soothed, getting Pyrrha to calm down a little from the small companion that deemed himself hers within the last five minutes that had seemed to be missing temporarily. "We need to move," he said. "Fast."
"Where?" she asked before a ray of blue missed her by a hair's inch.
"The wall," he said normally as he was in her suit or wherever.
Pyrrha was unarmed, and that scared her. Where Milo and Akuou had gone was beyond her, but was she hoped she could find them, or at least reforge them. She really liked that idea. She also hoped she could reforge her armor as well. She became very well attached to it, even the circlet her mother gave her. She wanted, no needed, to find it! Somehow!
"Yah!" she lunged forward, sprinting madly towards the wall, making sure not to get hit by any of the blue pulses whizzing by her like a bullet. "What are those things?!" she yelled.
"We call them Homing Pulses," he said. She dodged one and it curved and hit the wall in an attempt to come back to hit Pyrrha. "We don't really know what they are, but they do follow you."
"I can see that!" she yelled as she finally made it under the undercroft of the little entrance. Her boots clunked against the floor every step as she made it to a wall. "Gah!" she yelled as her shoulder bashed into the wall so she could turn into the building. She was moving so fast up those stairs she didn't realize how old the inside still was. "Come on," he urged. "I didn't revive you so you can just die again."
She didn't want to die again any time soon. Again? she rang in her mind.
She came to a halt in a metal room. A catwalk that served as the earlier undercroft from outside, to the right was somewhat of a window and the left, a normal wall. Normal... she thought with little nostalgia as the previous world came back to her. "I need to get us a weapon before the Fallen find us," he said to no one in particular, but she had been hearing well.
She stepped onto the metal catwalk, her boots clanked slowly across it. "Quiet," he said and she got into a low squat, slowing her movement so her clanks were quieter. "They're right above us..." he said. Ahead was a looming darkness, bit of specks of light floated about as a flashlight appeared behind the right of her head and illuminated the path. She looked back to see the Ghost there. "What?" he asked. "I'm just being a flashlight."
She nodded and looked back forward. The light was far enough to see the other wall, slightly brought up a few steps onto a short square platform that led to more steps up to the left. There was a missing bit of wall and panels were behind it.
She stopped with a gasp of fear as some sort of humanoid creature slowly crawled up on all fours up between the wall and panels. It had been dark green, it's rough and slimy looking skin grabbing onto another bit of panel to lift itself up. White, black and gray surrounded it like an armor in its cold, hard embrace. Completing the creepiness it had dredged up in her soul, freaking it to its bare limits.
She continued after a moment and up the stairs into a massive room, catwalks here and there reminding her of the memory she received of she, her mother and father. It made her cry to remember how Edward had braved that cave, and here she was, beginning to cry from a new memory.
The memory of the Black Room that had entombed her earlier before the Ghost had awoken her.
"Hang tight," the Ghost said, bringing her back to reality and also comforting her through the fact that she was not alone. "Fallen thrive in the Darkness. We won't."
She nodded and he left her, the little circle blue light floated in the darkness. "We need more light, let me see what I can do."
She could still hear him in the distance. "Another one of these hardened military systems...and a few hundred years of entropy working against me," he said annoyed.
Pyrrha only giggled like the toddler in her memory.
And like that, a snap awoke her from her nostalgic thoughts, bringing to life the large room. Red pipes, red blinking lights...things that resembled that...alien...in the wall earlier climbing up one of the red pipes like roaches up a wall when scared by light.
Her eyes widened at the display, fear coursing through her veins alongside so much adrenaline time slowed. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched them tear away at the metal, going inside and no doubt infesting whatever infernal machine controlled this place. More on the bridge below it, and two red machines with red lights chasing the Ghost's blue, coming for her. "They're coming for us!" he yelled.
And like that, all hell broke loose.
-= *End of Chapter 1* =-
How'd you like my rewrite? Nice, what?
Give me some reviews. I can't be expected to do all the work, can I?
Do you think the unconscious bit was a little much? I think I did a better job than a two-liner last time. At least this one is better.
Yes, I will have Ruby and Nora drink coffee again, don't worry! I'm still having trouble making that up, so give me a few ideas before that chapter, will you?
And what of her meeting with Jaune again? What shall I do with that, because last time, I was planning on them meeting much, much later.
And now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!