Hey guys... It's been a REALLY long time and I really don't know why. I guess I felt like my story wasn't really that good even though I got a few reviews telling me about how it was a interesting concept... Well anyway I decided to re-write it so here you go"

Squelch, Squelch, Squelch

Is it someone who sacrifices everything?

Whoosh

Is it someone works endlessly without stop?

Crack, Snap

Tell me what is a hero?

A lone figure… covered in black soot and dark blood. He trudged across the dead land, dead trees, skeletons, blood littered around the area. The ashen trees wiped and snapped as the furious wind blew across the land. This was were heroes died, where grim ruled, and where villains thrived. This was the grimm lands.

The figure trotted onward. Today it was foggy, odd enough as the grimm lands almost never had any sort of rain. But still he Never lost his pace, never out of step. Each foot making a imprint on the land below, the land threatening to pull the figure into its embrace with every passing step. Nevertheless the figure continued walking further and further into the distance. There was no hope here, no love or compassion. But the figure never stopped.

Up ahead just in the distance a clearing appeared. It was full of craters and graves each smudged and broken. The figure froze and took a knee. Slowly the fog lifted and revealed the figures appearance. The figure was cloaked, a red cloak it had grown darker over time and some areas were now akin to black. The cloak covered his face and body preventing the wind from tearing at his skin. It gave him warmth. Sometimes the cloak would flash up and show glimpses of shapes underneath the darkness. Weapons, a white saber as white as snow, two machine pistols green and pink, A sword white and blue metal with red around the edges. And a shield gold, white and red. The figure stood up walking from grave to grave kneeling at each in turn. He spent time at each grave, seemingly mumbling somethings to each before moving on. Grave to grave to grave. The wind picked up and the land shook. The figure stood up, and he stopped. Right in front of him, this was his main reason for coming here. A patch of graves counting seven in total. Time seemed to slow down as he started trotting toward the patch. The wind blew against hims, the trees reached out to stop him. He persisted, it seemed like it took millennia to get there. Memories flashed through the figure brain as he walked over. Figures rose over the graves. A girl covered with a white dress, A woman tall and strong with a yellow aura, A man thin but stern looking at him. A girl with a pink aura jumping up and down, A warrior still and peaceful waving, A cat girl sitting on a chair reading a book, And finally a woman taking a stand and looking through him.

The figure recalled his memories. The meeting, The deaths, The toll on everything. He remembered the first time he met them all. Haha they were all so naive back then weren't they?

The figure bit his lip each step harder than that last. Another image flashed in his mind, They were all messing around in class, the strong woman throwing paper airplanes, the thin man attempting to calm down the girl with the pink aura, the warrior laughing with the figure, the cat girl sitting in the back trying to read, and the woman taking a stand laughing along with the figure. The figure clenched his teeth, The wind blew harder forcing him to take a step back using his hands to block some of the debris coming in his direction. The figure's hands were covered in gauntlets, yellow that shined in the dark.

He took a few steps back before regaining his footing and continuing onward. One step, two steps, three. He trudged on.

A needle pierced his mind as another memory resurfaced. The figure shouted as he was launched away in a locker as the warrior fought against the fire throwing bitch. The figure later found out that she had died, burned away not even leaving ashes.

The figure was blown back as a tree branch broke off hitting him in the stomach. Luckily he guarded with his aura but it still hurt. Suddenly more memories surged from his mind as he regained his footing yet again.

The figure was limping away from battle, scarred and broken, He leaned and fell on a nearby wall, the main building broken and shattered, The same thing could be said about everything in the city. The figure just sat there shivering while burying his head into his body. Tears rolled down the figure cheek as he remembered their deaths. The girl in the white dress has just sacrificed herself, fighting away three enemies as the one with the image editing semblance sneaked behind her and stabbed her in the back. Her last words were looking back at her running team and shouting ""RUN, RUN AWAY, RU- AUGH" as the life left her eyes. And then it was the stern boy. The figure remembered his shouts as a grim knocked him into the wall that then collapsed on top of him. The girl with the pink aura was devastated as they ran away.

"The figures cloak finally blew away to reveal a face, Blond hair covered in mud and soot and a scarred face. Beautiful but the scars had ruined some of it. His eyes a dark blue that had lost so much and contained so much pain. It was too much all the memories surging into his head.

They had finally reached her castle. The main villain the god of darkness. They had lost the cat girl almost a year earlier. She finally broke down from the pressure and rejoined the white fang. They didn't know until they faced her in battle. She was turned into a killing machine. Losing her will and life and serving the blade. They had to kill her, there was no other choice. That was when they lost the pink aura girl. She had grown hard and serious as the stern boy died. She had loved him. And he had loved her. She had lost a part of her that could never be recovered. And she went down with the cat girl slamming her head in with her hammer while having the cat girls blade in her stomach. She had died in his arms telling him "Hey, Don't cry… i'm going to see the other in heaven. And… i'll *cough* be able to see him *cough* *cough* again..."

They were inside the castle. All her minions had died and wasted away. It was just him and the girl who took a stand. So this was the final battle. One that tore that last piece away from him. It was a long fight. Maybe a hour or so, their fight could only be described as tooth and nail. Both sides fighting and using as much as they could to win. Time and space itself warped around them as they fought to the bitter end. You could say they were equally matched both in strength, speed and intellect. So, the only this fight could end… would be a sacrifice. He was prepared, at exactly the right moment he would throw himself in and deliver the final blow at the cost of his life. But he wasn't the only one thinking of such a thing. The girl had been thinking that since they started this fight, and because of slowness he wasn't able to execute his plan before she did. He remembered the exact moment as the evil god sliced through her chest. Her smile and nod before he thrust his blade through the two of them. He didn't remember how long he cried afterwards.

Slowly he withdrew his hands and walked the the rest of the distance to the graves. After he reached them he sat down to take a break. A few minutes passed as the wind settled down and the trees grew silent. He reached around his back and grabbed a pack. He quickly started unbuckling the straps that held the pack closed. He fumbled a bit causing some of the contents to spill out but quickly grabbed them. Quickly but carefully he got up and went to the first grave. It had a picture of a snowflake embedded into the cold marble. He placed down a canister of fire dust at the feet of the grave "You know I never really got to say sorry… So i'm putting this" he said pointing at the fire dust "to melt your heart just a tiny bit" He put on a strained and small smile as he got up. He moved on to the next grave, it was the stern boys grave, he placed down a bow and arrow as well as a frying pan "I just got his bow. It's not the greatest but it was the best one I could find. Also did you know that they just came up with another specialized frying pan? It automatically makes food with space dust and fire dust". Next came the strong girl, She loved to mess with her hair didn't she? He put the hair conditioner and hair brush "Well I found the brand that you always used… its really expensive i'll tell you that!" He made a small laugh before whispering "But it was worth it" before moving on. He took out a pack of pancakes and opened the container setting up two plates one before him and one before the grave. He split them and ate some before putting the rest of his on top of the plate in front of the grave. The girl with the pink aura always loved pancakes didn't she? He moved on too one of the more broken down graves. It had shattered in some places and cracked in others. He laid down a can of tuna and a book labeled "Ninjas of love". "Hey" He said "They finished the book series here you go." man that cat girl was always reading these. He froze before moving on saying "I forgive you" before walking to the second to last grave he placed down a emblem and a letter. "I never got to give this to you… but I just wanted to get this off my chest. In that letter is the remains of my feeling and my hopes. I hope you're all doing well in heaven.". Finally he moved to the last grave. He took out the final thing in the sack and dropped it on top of the grave. It was a single rose, bright red and flashing. He waited there for a moment before tears started appearing in his eyes. "I haven't cried in such a long time." He started breaking down more "you know I wondered all the time if I could have changed our fate if I had just moved a few second faster" He slammed the floor with his fist causing it to shake as the shouted "why did you do it for me?! I was prepared to sacrifice myself in order to have you live!" He grabbed the grave "you still had family you had hope! Every Time I saw you you gave me a reason to live! So WHY WHY?!" He broke down and just started crying. He grabbed a dagger and put it to his chest as he cried. "Maybe I should just die here… it would be easier". He raised the dagger and thrust down. Only for it to be stopped. He opened his eyes and saw all his friend phantoms grabbing his arms and pulling it away from his chest. More tears filled his chest as the smiled and started fading away yet again. He made a few wild grabs as them but his arms and body only went through them as they fully faded again. He sat there thinking for a tiny bit more.

Finally he got up and looked toward the sky. Slowly some of the clouds opened up to reveal some sun that shines down toward the graves illuminating them and their surroundings. He got up and slowly turned around. "I'll never forget you guys." As he slowly started walking into the distance. You could see the souls leave the grave and float up to the heavens. "I'll never forget you guys… blake" A flash of a girl with black hair and cat ears, "Weiss" A flash of a girl with a white dress and haughty attitude, "Yang" A flash of a tall girl laughing, "Nora" A flash of a girl wielding a massive hammer, "Ren" A flash of a calm boy with a bow, "Pyrrha" A flash of a girl doing spartan armor, sword and shield. "Ruby" a girl standing on a cliff smiling with a scythe across her back. "See you guys later" as he finally disappeared into the distance…

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