In an endless sea of darkness, a lone floating sphere covered by a white flame wandered aimlessly through the absence of light. It did not speak, but a soft hum emanated from the glowing orb, almost as if it were singing some unnamed song to itself. The orb moved without purpose or a sense of direction. Sometimes, it would keep going straight while at other times, it may turn in another direction or even go backwards.
But something peculiar happened; the orb bumped into something. In an instance, the sphere's flame grew bright, illuminating itself and whatever the sphere had hit. A humanoid figure, bathed in shadow, lay on the ground in a fetal position. Lodging in its back was a sword, its handle and blade oozing a dark mist. The blade seemed to hiss whenever the orb got too close to it, like it was alive.
Nevertheless, the orb continued to circle the still body. That's when it finally made its move and pressed itself into the body, melding into the darkness. Within seconds, the shadow surrounding the body began to crawl off it, making what was underneath more visible. Metal covered the entire body; a full suit of armor complete with a helmet on top that covered the head entirely aside from its visor. The sword shook violently as it began to pull itself out until it plopped out of the ground, resting on the invisible ground beneath them.
The body began to heave up and down with breathing. Its fingers soon started to twitch until it was finally able to give way to strength; the ability to push itself up with its hands. The movements were slow, but steady until it finally stood up on its own two feet. The armored being looked around before finding its sight on the sword. It picked up the blade, which no longer retained the ominous mist dripping from the blade and handle. Sheathing the weapon into the sheath strapped to their waist, the person in the suit of armor began to walk.
The darkness surrounding the being began to shift and change with the light surrounding the person, illuminating their path. Slowly, the shadows surrounding them began to take shape of objects and the abyss below them they were walking on became less and less visible.
Until the being found they were no longer surrounded by endless darkness. Instead, they were surrounded by trees. Lifeless and covered by snow, but still trees. The armored knight looked up, gazing at the illumination in the sky that was the moon. For the longest time, it remained still, staring at what was so far away, yet shined brightest in the night.
The person raised a hand up, extending their hand towards the sky to reach out for the moon, attempting to grasp it with their hand. Only when they pulled their hand back did they find that it was not in their hand. So they pressed onwards, trudging through the thick snow beneath them. It was a quiet walk, save for the sound of their armor making noise as the person moved through the snow and the wind blowing.
Suddenly, the peaceful ambience was cut short by the sounds of gunfire and roars. For a moment, the armored being stopped to listen and look around. Finding the direction the noise came from the loudest, they pressed forward to the sounds of noises.
The knight found themselves in a large clearing away from all the lifeless trees. Instead, they saw in the distance, a blob of red moving around in the snow. They made their way to the object of interest until they could see what it exactly was. A little girl was picking up strangle objects of the ground and stuffing them into a thin rectangular red box. The color theme of their clothing was nothing but red and black. It was then when the girl turned around and noticed their presence that she stepped back out of surprise.
"O-oh, hello there! I wasn't expecting anyone out here." The girl spoke before looking up and down at them. "Wow, that's something you don't see everyday. A full suit of armor!"
The armored being only continued to stare at the girl, who looked a little uneasy being stared at in complete silence. They looked at the ground where the small objects were. Kneeling down, they began to pick up the strange objects off the ground, piling them into one hand. The girl only stared in wonder at the person picking her empty shells up. When they had enough of a pile in their hands, they walked over to her and held the shells to her.
"Ah, thank you." The girl nodded her head as she started stuffing the empty shells away into her emptied magazines. "I'm Ruby. What's your name?"
Ruby didn't get an answer from the knight, who continued to move around and pick up her empty shells for her. Not that she wasn't grateful for the person's help, but the fact that they did not speak at all unnerved her a bit. Sure, she could be a bit socially awkward at this time, but at least she knew how to respond to people...somewhat. Still, if this person was helping her pick up her ammo, they couldn't be a bad person. Perhaps they were just as, if not more, socially awkward as she was?
The pair continued to pick up Ruby's scattered shells until they could not see any more. It was then they found themselves staring at each other again.
"Well...er...Thanks for your help." Ruby said, but the silent knight still did not respond. "I'll be going back home now. Goodbye!"
With that, Ruby jogged away, but not without looking back to see the knight still watching her go from where they stood. It wasn't until Ruby was a good distance away that she saw the knight begin to walk off in another direction, disappearing into the woods.
...Strong, silent type, huh? Ruby muttered to herself. Weird...I didn't feel an aura from them. If they've been out here by themselves, they must be pretty capable of holding their own against the Grimm.
Hands on her hip, Ruby nodded to herself affirmatively. She came to conclusion that the silent knight would be just fine wherever they went. Even if they were armed with just a simple sword.
I wonder if we'll meet again someday?