A/N: Hey folks, here I am to let you know I'm not dead or anything. Nope, just busy as hell. The main reason being the Christmas Season, my overzealous workaholic of a grandfather, and other projects. But I want to make it firmly, PERFECTLY, clear, that I have not forgotten my other fics, I just haven't had the time to write, or type, them.

In the meantime, I give you this AU fic of my recent addition, and second RWBY fic Aurea Mors, called Aurea Mors Alter. It's different from the main storyline, due to the fact that our time traveling clone of our favorite, but tragic, shipping of all time, ends up a WEEK before the Vytal Festival and has less time to prepare, but enough to put her plan into action. I originally planned this as a huge oneshot, but due to the size, I decided to make it more...manageable.

And after the end of this main story here, I'm typing out an alternate ending as well, and a challenge issue to anyone who wishes to make their own version of it. Now then, LET'S BEGIN!

(Edit: This fic is going through an extreme thorough re-editing, expect changed and new dialogue.)


It was the final day of the Vytal Festival Tournament... and things have taken a turn for the catastrophic.

Thanks to the vile machinations of Cinder Fall and her two underlings, under the orders of her queen, the Kingdom of Vale, and Beacon Academy have been brought to their knees. Professor Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon Academy, in a desperate attempt to save both his students, and the city, brought Pyrrha Nikos, four time regional champion of Mistral, and a member of Team JNPR, down to the Vault in order to give the Fall Maiden powers to her, and give them at least a fighting chance. Jaune Arc, the leader of said team and a son of a famous family of Huntsmen and Huntresses, followed them, mostly out of concern for his friend and partner.

However, things went from bad to worse, as Cinder Fall followed them into the Vault, and killed the current Fall Maiden, Amber. Thereby stealing the rest of the Maiden powers, and proceeded to fight the Headmaster as he orders the two members of Team JNPR to escape and call for help.

And now, Jaune and Pyrrha had just raced out of the Tower, before stopping to catch their breath, as Jaune looked through his scroll for Goodwitch's number. The reason that Goodwitch gave him her number was for school reasons, of course.

"I have Glynda's number here...oh where is it!?" Muttered the white knight as he ran through the contacts list on his scroll. He then turned his head to his partner, a look of worry and confusion on his face. "Pyrrha? What was all that!?"

"I-I...," she began to say, before they felt and heard a rumble and turned back to the tower, as they saw the woman from earlier fly up the elevator shaft of the tower.

The two are shocked as this could only mean one thing.

"But...Ozpin..." Jaune gasped out in shock, shaking his head in disbelief, as he found it impossible to believe that their headmaster was so quickly, and easily, defeated. Pyrrha spoke up then, her voice desperate, with a hint of sorrow and regret mixed in.

"There's no time," she said, snapping Jaune out of his thoughts as he looked at his partner.

"What?" he questioned his partner as she turned to him.

"Go! Get to Vale and call for help!" she said, as Jaune blinked at what his partner was saying.

"What are you gonna do?" he queried, and he saw her turn her head toward the tower, with Jaune following her gaze, and his heart sank as he figured out what she planned to do. "No...No! You can't! Pyrrha, you SAW what how powerful she is! Pyrrha, I won't let you thi-"

He was cut off as the Spartan grabbed the sides of his face...and passionately pressed her lips to his.

Shocked at first, Jaune reciprocated the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist, the two standing there in a lovers' embrace.

As they did so, this made Jaune think: He began to remember all the times he saw the signs, the slight tint of pink on her cheeks, the sad and disappointed looks on her face whenever he talked about Weiss, and finally, the night at the dance. Especially when she confessed that the kind of person she wanted as a date to the dance, was him.

He then realized that his partner...loved him. Him, Jaune Arc of all people, the dork of a knight who cheated his way into Beacon. The hopeless romantic who tried to woo Weiss Schnee, only to fail time and time again.

And he was being kissed by his partner.

He mentally called himself a fool for not seeing it earlier, and swore, that once this whole nightmare was over...he and her were going to have a talk.

The two broke the kiss as Jaune looked at Pyrrha, his eyes looking into hers.

His thoughts were interrupted as Pyrrha spoke again, but it was not the words he thought they would be.

"I'm sorry...," the champion said as she used her semblance of polarity to grab onto Jaune's armor.

She knew that this was how it was supposed to happen. She was going to face her destiny, but at the same time, she felt regret that this decision she would make will hurt Jaune more than anything. But she also knew, that in this current situation, she had to try...and a huntress doesn't have a choice to make when lives were at stake.

She could only hope he would forgive her...when they reunite in the afterlife.

But before she could send him into the locker, she blinked in confusion, and surprise, as she felt the same pull on her own armor as the two heard another voice behind her speak up.

"As am I...,"

With that, the Champion and her Knight flew toward the Rocket Locker, both of them crashing into it, while the door slammed shut. The two groaned as they shook off the dizziness after being thrown into the locker.

"Ugh...what the?" Jaune grunted out as he placed his hand on his head to alleviate the pain his head was enduring after the rough landing into the locker, he looked down and saw his partner on top of him, making him blush slightly, but he shook it off to check on her. "Pyrrha! You okay!?"

The Spartan nodded as she shook the stars out of her head.

"Yeah... who did that?" she questioned, before they suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, accompanied by the sound of what sounded like metal clinking, which to them sounded like the chiming of a bell, before the locker was brought up straight, jolting them a bit.

They then heard the sound of beeping, telling them that someone was outside and setting the coordinates on the keyboard. Pyrrha, being closer to door, managed to turn herself around and look through the slits of the locker and saw a person outside. From what she could see, said person was a woman, dressed in what she could assume was a battle dress, colored a dark gold, with red highlights, with a steel breastplate, gauntlets, boots, and six pieces on the skirt of the dress. She looked up toward the head, and saw blonde hair which had some highlights of red in it as well, which was tied up into a bun at the back of her head, while the top half of her face was covered by a mask, which hid her eyes. Her studying of the woman was interrupted when she spoke.

"You'll thank me for this," she said, her voice sounding the same age, and almost eerily similar, as her own, as she turned to look at her, "You wouldn't be to survive survive against her, now that she has all of the Fall Maiden powers."

Pyrrha's eyes widened at this, shocked that this person knew about the Fall Maiden.

"Who are you!? Why are you doing this!?" she demanded, while the woman didn't say anything at first, before she gave a sigh, which had a tint of sadness. This made Pyrrha blink in confusion as the woman turned toward her.

"I wish I could tell you...," she said somberly, "...But... I fear it would only make you hate me,"

Pyrrha's mouth opened in a surprised gape. What in the world did she mean by that?

But before the Spartan of Sanctum could ask what she meant, she saw her take something from a pouch on her belt.

It was a scroll, colored golden yellow, with red trimming.

The woman then handed the scroll to Pyrrha through the grates of the locker, making her blink.

"Take it." she said stiffly, "It will tell you who I am, and why I saved your life just now,"

Pyrrha, though still confused on what was happening, hesitantly took it, and looked outside as the girl hit the launch key, making her eyes widen as the rocket boosters fired up.

"WAIT!" she called out, but it was too late as the locker flew into the air, leaving the armored girl behind, all alone, at the base of the tower. As soon as the rocket locker was safely away the young woman reached her hand up to her face and removed her mask, revealing her expression to be showing sadness.

Her eyes were a verdant emerald green, the exact same color as Pyrrha's, as streams of tears leaked from the corners as the locker disappeared into the distance.

"Goodbye...Mother...Father," she whispered, as she dropped the mask to the ground, a resounding clank being heard, and brought up her right hand to untie the red ribbon, undoing the bun as her red blonde locks, that curled into loose ringlet, cascaded past her shoulders, before she used the same red ribbon to tie it back up into a high ponytail.

"No more masks...," she spoke, as she reached into a pouch on her belt, and pulled out what looked to be an exact duplicate of Pyrrha's circlet, albeit it had a few minor dings and slight scratches, along with a symbol depicting a spear overlapping two crescent moons, and the final difference being the chains that would loop around the ears, being silver, and were connected to Rose Zircon stone, instead of emeralds, "...no more hiding in the shadows...," she then placed the circlet on her head, securing it snugly, making sure it didn't fall off, "...it's time...," she turned toward the tower, a determined glare set on her features, "...to change destiny,"

With that, and with no hesitation, the young woman ran into the Beacon CCT Tower.

Her goal clear: ...KILL Cinder Fall. Or die trying.

However, she was unaware of the fact that her every move was being watched.


Cinder Fall smirked arrogantly as she entered Ozpin's office as she waited for the Grimm Dragon that will take Beacon Academy as it's own lair, and thus attract more Grimm to the school so that no one could ever enter it ever again. She couldn't feel more proud of herself as she felt the prize within her spike. That fool Ozpin thought that he could place the other half of the Fall Maiden's power into the champion, Pyrrha Nikos, and make her the new Fall Maiden.

Well, she gave him a rain check on that, as she killed the now late previous Fall Maiden, Amber, and took the last of the powers for herself and her mistress. She then fought Ozpin, who put up one heck of a fight, but in the end was defeated by her, and was now bleeding out in the Vault. She knew Salem was going to reward her immensely for that.

Her fantasy of power was interrupted however as she spotted the Dragon appear just outside Ozpin's office window. The beast gave an agitated roar, as Cinder placed her hand on the window.

"Shh~ This is your new home now," she said as she lit a small fireball in her hand which caught the dragon's attention as it became mesmerized.

However, a sound caught Cinder's attention as she turned back to the elevators. A slam was heard before the doors were forced open as smoke billowed out.

"Hn, so Ozpin's candidate has come to stop me," the Fallen Maiden stated, her voice sounding like silk, but to anyone who knew her personally, would compare it a viper's venom.

A new sound then reached her ears: footsteps, along with clinking metal. She saw the shadow of someone in the smoke before they revealed themselves. She was surprised as the person who came was not Pyrrha Nikos as she assumed.

Though she could see the resemblance of the Mistralian girl's features in the newcomer's face, and eyes, she knew very well that, unless she had done a rushed dye job, she didn't have blonde hair. She then took notice of the attire and weapons, the former of which was an...unusual armored battle dress. The weapons were a sword which looked to be four and a half feet in length from tip to pommel, with interesting golden pattern designs on the blade and crossguard, and a red grip handle. The shield looked exactly like Nikos' own, though the art on the face of it was different overall, which looked to be sporting the twin crescents of the weak Arc boy's family, with a spear overlapping them. Overall, she was the perfect impression image of a woman knight.

The girl spoke as she gave Cinder a cold glare.

"We meet at last...Cinder Fall," with that phrase, Cinder's eyes blinked in surprise.

"You know who I am?" she said, slightly surprised, though she managed to hide it. The girl's glare increased, as the dragon outside the window growled.

"And why you are here, what you have done, and who you did ALL of this for," she exclaimed, making Cinder eyebrows rise. "I'm sure you know WHO I'm talking about. Your bitch of a Queen... Salem."

Now Cinder was shocked, this girl knows who Salem is, and no doubt knew about their plan. Before she could begin demanding how she knew, the girl charged at her, prompting her to send off fireballs toward her, but they were dodged effortlessly.

The woman then swung her sword, which looked effortless, with Cinder blocking with one of her own conjured glass swords. The Fallen Maiden was then surprised as the girl didn't stop as she swung around and delivered a kick to her face sending her to the other side of the office.

The dragon roared as it saw Cinder get sent into the wall, cracking it while creating a dust cloud. The armored maiden wasted no time as she followed after Cinder, who immediately got back on her feet and charged back at her, glass sword in hand as the two met in a clash of blades.

Two sets of eyes, one emerald green, one amber, glared at each other. Both not willing to let anything stand in their way.


Meanwhile...


Both Pyrrha and Jaune staggered out of the locker, after it crashed near the safe zone in Vale. Both of them were completely stunned and confused about the whole situation, especially about the masked girl who helped them. The champion still had the scroll that was given to her in her hand, the expression on her face showing both confusion and concern for the girl who threw both her and Jaune into the locker and sent them away.

Speaking of said knight, Jaune was looking through his contacts list again, until he found Weiss' number and called her.

"Come on, come on, pick up!" He frantically growled out, as he waited for an answer, until finally, he heard the familiar voice of the Schnee heiress.

"Jaune! Where are you!? Are you and Pyrrha okay!?" came the concerned voice of the white haired girl, as Jaune breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, we're okay! We're in Vale!" he said, "We were at the tower with Ozpin when that woman attacked us!"

"What!?" Weiss said in alarm.

"Long story...Ozpin told us to get out, and when we did we tried to call Glynda for help, but before we could... that woman managed to beat him." Jaune said, while hearing the gasp of shock from Weiss and another person, who he can guess is Ruby, "She's at the top of Beacon Tower, right now!"

It was quiet for a moment until Weiss spoke again, "But... how did you two get to Vale?"

Jaune and Pyrrha blush at that, as the former scratched his head sheepishly, and decided to leave out the part where the two kissed.

"Umm, let's just say that another person threw us both in a rocket locker and sent us away," he said, before getting back to the urgent matter, "Speaking of said person, she's no doubt heading up there right now to face her!"

"Who is it? Someone we know?" the heiress asked curiously.

"I don't think so, but she gave us her scroll for some reason...," Jaune said, and turned to Pyrrha who was looking at the scroll more intensely, "...If you guys can somehow get up there and help her, do it. But don't fight that woman in the red dress. She's too powerful!"

"Got it, thanks for the warning!" Weiss said and the scroll hung up and he sighed.

"Man what the heck is going on here!?" he grumbled out and looked to Pyrrha, who began to open the scroll. Wanting to know who it was that got them away from Beacon, Jaune joined her and looked at the screen of the device as the first thing that appeared was an icon box that read, in bold lettering, 'IMPORTANT'.

Pyrrha, deciding to start there, tapped the icon...

...and in an instant, a hologram of an AK-130 robot appeared, colored a silver grey, with the face of an animated human cartoon character.

"Dorée! What the hell!? Why did you-... Wait a miunte. You're not Dorée," the hologram said, as it blinked in confusion, before it began to panic as it looked around, "Where is she!? Where's Dorée!?"

The two partners were surprised by the display.

"Uhh, Dorée? Who's this thing talking about-?" Jaune said before stopping as the hologram glared right at him.

"I'M AN A.I. YOU DUNCE!" the now revealed Artificial Intelligence, snapped, causing the two Hunters in training to recoil, "Now where is my partner Dorée!?"

Pyrrha was the first to speak, as she asked, "Dorée...girl in an armored dress, and wearing a mask? Is that who you're talking about?"

The A.I. looked at Pyrrha, and blinked as it focused on her.

"...You...You're Pyrrha Nikos." The A.I. said, causing the girl to blink.

"Yes, that's me," the Spartan said, as the A.I. was silent for a moment, before it's eyes widened with a horrified look.

"What did she say to you? Tell me! What did she say!?," he asked worriedly, and Pyrrha, though confused, told him everything that Doré told her, and after she was finished, the A.I.'s panic attack looked to be getting worse. "S-She did it...she really did it."

The two partners blinked at that in confusion, and worry.

"She took your place,"

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Pyrrha asked, as she felt something cold in the pit of her stomach.

The A.I. looked at them, clear terror on it's holographic face.

"She's sacrificing herself...for you..."

Now the partners were both confused and fearful, and before they could ask, the hologram winked off, and the scroll beeped showing a video record on the screen.

Pyrrha was apprehensive as she pressed the tab. The file opened, and it showed the woman again, but this time she was without her mask, and Jaune and Pyrrha's eyes widened, as they see an exact image of Pyrrha's face and eyes staring right back at them.

"If you're watching this, then it means I either succeeded...or failed," she began, her tone somber, as they noticed some tears fell from her eyes, before her face turned serious, "But, for right now, I guess first things first. My name, is Dorée Arc-Nikos."

Both Jaune and Pyrrha's widened at that, as they heard both the young woman's, as well as their family names, in one sentence.

"And I'm...I'm a clone."


And thus begins the Alter Story of my Aurea Mors fic. I hope you will all enjoy this, and not be bored by it.

Now, enough of that. If any of you want to know what Dorée Arkos looks like this, well, she wears a golden yellow red trimmed version of Saber's Western Dress from Fate/Stay Night, while the armor itself is based on Saber Lily's. I know the armor was based more on Saber's in the original and rewrite of Aurea Mors, but I decided to mix up the best of both.

So, until then, please leave a review, and have a Happy New Year!