"Why are you doing this?"

"AHH!"

"Ashley!"

"Who are you?"

"We're freedom fighters."

"Let's become crime fighters!"

"Let's go team ARCH!"

"John! Run!"

KABOOM!

"MICHEAL!"

"Who are you?"

"I can offer you a new life."

"Kid? Kid? KID!"

"Ahh…" a boy moaned as he awoke. The light of the sun burned his eyes as they slowly opened. He wore a white shirt, blue jeans, a leather jacket and military combat boots. "Wha..."

"Kid, we're here," said a man that towered over him. "You getting off or what?"

"Oh…sorry." The boy slowly sat up after he'd fallen asleep on a table and stood. He stretched himself out before collecting his things and getting off the ship. He covered his eyes as the sun shone down on him and the street in front of him. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he got a good look of the busy street in front of him. Students busily walked around and talked as they exited the many other ships. Slowly, the boy stepped off the ship and headed down the main street. "So this is Beacon?" He stopped at the massive statue of two hunters and stared at it. He then looked down to the monster below them and stared slightly confused.

"Pretty cool right?" Another boy said as he joined him.

"Huh?"

"Beacon and all. I mean, we got this far right?"

"Uh…right."

"So, where you from?"

"I-uh…just from Vale."

"You too huh? What school did ya go to?"

"Um…I…"

Bing ba Bing.

Michael pulled out his scroll and opened up the message that was sent. It was from Headmaster Ozpin.

Michael, I would like to see you in my office.

"Uh, I have to go."

"Well, nice to meet you, bro. Harvey Slate."

"Umm…yeah, you too." Michael headed towards the tower. Once inside, he entered the elevator. His dog tags shining due to the light of the sun. He put his hand in his pocket and found a locket. "I don't remember that being there," he said as he opened it up.

Inside there were two pictures one of a blond haired, green eyed girl, and the other of four teenagers standing in front of a 67 Chevy impala. There was a black and red haired guy with a big ass sword on his back (This is Michael), a black haired guy with hammer in his hands, a red-haired, Irish looking guy with an axe, and a brown haired, Japanese looking girl with a katana and tanto. Above everyone's head was the word ARCH.

"Why does that word bother me so much?" When the elevator stopped, he quickly put the locket back in his pocket. The elevator door slid open and Michael stepped into Ozpin's office. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes, I did," Ozpin answered.

"May I ask why?"

"Please sit."

"Ok." Michael did as he was told as Ozpin sat in his seat. His assistant, Professor Goodwitch, stood beside him on her scroll.

"Mr Azurite. Firstly, welcome to my school."

"Thanks."

"Do you like it here?"

"Uh, yeah I guess."

"Good. Good."

"Now I'm sure Professor Ozpin has talked to you about the conditions of being a freelance student, correct?" Goodwitch said still looking at her scroll.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good." Goodwitch closed her scroll and pulled out another one with a piece of paper. "Here is your room number and student scroll."

"Thanks."

"That will be all," said Ozpin. "You may go." Michael nodded and stood up. He headed for the elevator when Ozpin called out to him. "May I ask though, what do you remember?"

"Um…what do you mean?" Michael said as he turned around.

"What do you remember about what happened?"

"Just a few memory flashes. The rest is a bit hazy."

"I see."

"Something wrong, sir?"

"Not at all. You may head to your dorm now."

"Alright."

"And Michael. If you'd ever like to discuss anything, my door is always open."

"Thanks, Professor." With that, Michael stepped into the elevator and descended back to the ground floor. He looked at his new scroll and tapped the maps button to find where his dorm was. When he reached the ground, he headed for the dorms until a strange boy passed him. He had a blue hoodie and glasses with a golden sword on his back. Michael ran back up to him.

"Excuse me," Michael asked when he caught up with him. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"No," he replied. "You don't."

"Oh, sorry. You just looked familiar."

"It's alright." With that, the hooded boy walked off to the elevator. Michael watched him as he walked away then headed to the watched him as he walked away then headed to the dorms. On his way to his dorm, he bumped into some kid with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Sorry," the boy said.

"It's fine," Michael replied as he got up. He picked up his bags as the other picked up his. "Uh, do you know where to find this room?" He held out his room number.

"Hmm…that's the one right next to mine actually."

"Oh, cool."

"By the way, the name's Jaune.

"Michael."

"Nice to meet ya." The two shook hands. "This way." Jaune led Michael to his dorm. "Here we are."

"Thanks."

"So I'll see ya 'round?"

"Yeah. I guess." Michael waved off Jaune and entered his room. Michael got up and opened up his duffle bag and an orange cat jumped out. "Yes, we're in a room now Blaze." He pulled out a cat bed, a saucer with the word Blaze on it, and a bag of cat food. After filling up the saucer, he sat the down on his bed and pulled out the locket again. He stared at the picture intently and thought. "ARCH…what does it mean?" Suddenly a wave of pain entered his head as images flashed before him.

An old woman is hooking an IV bag to a young girl's arm.

"Please, stop." the girl said with tears in her eyes. "Aagh!" she screamed.

"Ashley!" screamed a voice similar to Michael's.

Michael fell to his knees. The red streaks in his black hair burst into flames and his eyes began to burn with blue fire. He clenched his head and growled as images passed. Blaze hid in the corner until the flames stopped. Michael breathed in heavy as he recovered.

"What the hell?" he asked himself. Blaze walked over to him and rubbed against his leg concerned. Michael picket up the cat and lay down on his bed. "Sorry if I scared you, buddy." Blaze purred beside him as Michael pocketed the locket. He took out his scroll and looked at his timetable. "Tomorrow classes start. Let's see how that goes."

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Well, that was fun. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I worked together with Huynher98 on this so give credit to him. Who are these people in this locket? What do these vision like things mean? Why am I asking you these questions? Find by reading more of RWBY: Light for the Lost.