She sat by the cliffs watching the snow falling quietly around her.

The dark night was no problem for her as her surroundings were illuminated by the moon above. Thanks to the bright red cloak she was wearing and the winter clothes she had on, she barely felt the cold winds biting upon her nose and cheeks. From afar, she can only be seen as a red blot that clearly contrasted against the pure white snow around her.

Then suddenly, there was a rustle among the trees, fifty meters away from the edge where she sat. It was followed by more as well as the soft pounding of feet upon the ground then a few huffs and puffs that made one think it were wolves just passing by.

She knew better though.

Those weren't just wolves. They might be like such, but they were larger, more intimidating and, more importantly, ravenous and fierce. They were dark creatures; monsters that hunt and solely prey on humans. They were Beowulves. Grimm.

Most people would have run away by now. Others would be in a state of panic and have their fight or flight instinct kicking in, but again, she was different. She merely glanced sideways, still enjoying the view of the snowy forest blow and watching as her breath furled and twirled in the air before it vanished. She closed her eyes and remembered a distant memory similar to her situation right now.

The snow falling like white petals in the wind; her sister, Yang, standing to her right her facing a horde of the black creatures, gauntlets armed and ready to decimate anything coming near; and him looking onto the horde with a confident smirk on his face as he held his twin swords at his side, feeling the adrenaline flowing through his veins, while she in her battle pose, with her scythe in hand poised and ready to strike. She smiled at the memory, feeling warm and fuzzy as she remembered how they faced off their adversaries together. That was a different time though, because now, she was older, more skilled and experienced and could handle that situation by herself. No, not by herself, she doesn't necessarily have to, even if he was gone, Yang was still there. And she also had Blake and Weiss with her. Yes, now is different from then, because she doesn't have to be alone, she had people who'd support her; people who'd fight alongside her and protect her just as she protects them. She doesn't always have to face things by herself because others were standing beside her…much like he did back then.

Her thoughts were shaken as a loud growl sounded behind her. They were getting close, too close.

As she stood and turned around, she looked and watched them spread out before her, ready to pounce, she smiled. There may be times where she'd be fighting alone like this, but they'd be few and far between because now, she had friends and teammates who'd be there for her...much like how he and Yang were there for him.

With that final thought in mind, she pulled out her scythe and lunged at the first Beowulf in front of her.

What followed then was bloodshed.

He smiled as he watched her take on the horde of beowulves that gathered upon her mother's grave site. She had grown stronger. Her moves were less sloppy and calculated. Her scythe seemed to be upgraded too. It was like music as she fired rounds upon rounds of bullets while slashing and hacking the monsters here and there. To him, she was like a performer when she fights; her music being the sound of gunfire and her attacks seeming like a dance of pure metal and death that was breath-taking in more ways than one.

He missed this. Missed watching her fight; missed seeing her geek over things like comic books and her weapon and missed just talking to her. He didn't have to keep feeling this though. After all, he would be meeting her again soon, just not now. He can't just walk over there and fight alongside her again. He needed some time to…think first of…of what to say to her and Yang, of what to do once they're in front of him, of how to explain why he left them all of a sudden.

He smiled sadly and turned on his heel just as she shot a hole through the last Beowulf's head. He might not be able to be with them again now, but that doesn't mean he can't. He'd be meeting them, sooner than they might think.

A/N: Guess who's back! So I just got my fantasy mojo again and I'd be continuing this until I feel like I shouldn't anymore. For those who might have read the first version of this (which I have deleted due to my depression) I'd like to ask for your support again. You guys are awesome and I can't believe I'd let a few of you down (if you were my readers from before). So, yeah, I'd be updating this every two weeks or so.

P.S. Shout out to the broken watchman. I'm back my friend ;)