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She'd been lauded as one of the strongest and most skilled fighters in Beacon, the one to break the record for the most times someone has won the Mistral Regional Tournament. Four times in a row to be exact. She'd had the nickname of "The Invincible Girl", one that had been hard won.

It was also unfortunately inaccurate. She should have expected as much of course, there's always a bigger fish in the pond after all. Pyrrha had met that bigger fish. She'd faced the enemy in combat alone, determined to protect her friends and her home at Beacon. She'd paid the price for trying to do so. Cinder's arrow had felt like a hot spike to the heart. Her chest had seized, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to even cry out in pain.

But all that had paled in comparison to the cold shot to the soul that had been Ruby's arrival. To see the young girl clad in red arrive just too late to make a difference. To watch the leader of Team RWBY's face go from determined to shocked and then horrified at the sight before her.

Was it worth it?

She remembered a momentary flash of light before her senses dulled and faded away, leaving her suspended in an inky black void of nothing. No sights, no sounds, no sensations, just nothing. It was eerie…correction, it was scary. This was all that awaited those whose lives ended?

There she remained, alone, through a frame of time she could not begin to estimate. To think that this blackness was all that awaited those in the afterlife. She didn't try to call out, even if there was sound here, she doubted that she had a mouth to speak through anymore. One with the void, the cold, dark, empty void.

Wait. Cold? She felt cold. Why did she feel cold? She hadn't felt cold a few seconds ago. What had changed? She could feel other things, a slight breeze on the exposed skin of her arms, the slight stiffness of her limbs. Limbs. She had limbs again. Or maybe she never lost them?

She began to hear noises again as her hearing returned. The rustling of tree leaves from up above. Or was it rustling grass in the distance? There was what sounded like the hoot of an owl, but it was lower and more drawn out, like it was the call of an animal much larger than your common owl.

She could smell the cool night air that smelled light and fresh compared to the choking ash tainted scent of Vale not long before. She could taste the dryness of her lips as she began to wonder how much time had passed to make her so thirsty.

She soon managed to pull her eyes open and tried to blink away the blurriness that clouded her vision, managing to make out the sky through a break in the trees above her. The cloud cover was thick, only breaking a few times to allow the twinkling of starlight to shine through, the darkness of space beyond being tinged a slight blue with the early morning sun casting its rays into the upper atmosphere.

What was truly striking however was the celestial bodies she found familiar. Or rather, the lack thereof.

The moon was whole, a single round greyish-white sphere floating in the dark and looking just a little bit too big. How had the moon reformed? Was it even the same moon? The only thing more perplexing then that was the giant object, much of which was cast in darkness only revealed when the light of the sun glinted of on side of its surface. A giant body, green-blue in color, surrounded by a planetary ring system that went from dull green to glowing bright blue against the light. The silent titan dwarfing the moon as they sat as neighbors in the sky.

Her breath hitched in her throat. This had to be a mistake. This couldn't be real! The moon was shattered! And since when had a planet that large been visible from Remnant's surface?

Then she remembered. The arrow! She should be dead! Her hands immediately went to her chest, trying to find the wound that was surely left behind. But it wasn't there, either the wound or the arrow that caused it. She was unharmed. Had it all been a dream? Then how could she explain the sky?

She gave herself a quick once over. Someone had taken her armored boots and gloves, leaving her barefoot with her arms and legs exposed. Her circlet was still on her head though. The injury to her ankle was similarly absent even though she was certain she'd been hit there. Milo and Akouo we missing, though granted she'd lost both in combat earlier.

Pyrrha needed to know what happened and moved to get up off the rocky ground that had served as her bed for who knows how long. A quick look around her revealed that she was surrounded by forest which seemed to clear off a bit to the right. And so the Huntress began to walk towards the slight clearing, hoping to find some kind of direction towards either shelter or civilization.

What she got instead was a cliff. Granted her slow pace made it easy to see the edge coming despite the dark of night, and it revealed to her a spectacular view of the surrounding landscape. A large grassy lowland stretched out below, cut in two by a river that flowed along at a leisurely pace set against a backdrop of mountain peaks rising up beyond towards the sky.

The wind picked up suddenly, forcing Pyrrha to squint against the cold gust as it swept up from the valley below. It had suddenly gotten much colder now that she was outside the protection of the trees and missing half her outfit, telling her that she needed to find shelter soon. She scanned left and was greeted by the sight of what she was standing on. Another mountain peak stretched into the heavens, the grassy fields on the tops of rocky outcrops providing a base for her first glimpse of civilization since waking up.

A house. Its windows glowing yellow orange, the lights inside were on. He best bet to contacting someone from Beacon or Vale was in that house.

Her friends had still been there, fighting the surge of Grimm back at Vale. She needed to know what happened after she'd been knocked unconscious. Or had she been killed and somehow brought back? Regardless, she needed to let them know that, despite the odds, she was okay.

Eventually the trees cleared and she was left at the edge of what looked like a small family farm with what looked to be cabbages and carrots filling the small fields. Some plots were left barren, perhaps waiting for other produce to be planted when the weather warmed. The house she'd spotted sat atop a twenty-foot cliff overlooking the farm.

At this distance she could see the house clearly enough, the light radiating from the windows revealing details she might otherwise not have seen in the dark. It had a circular shape with walls made of what looked like some form of concrete, being broken up only by small groups of windows and a line of wood paneling halfway up. The roof was made of what looked like more wooden panels affixed to a metal frame and was angled slightly towards her, probably so the rain wouldn't sit on top.

She still couldn't see anyone home however. Maybe the residents were still going through their morning routine and waking up? Pyrrha didn't feel it right to intrude on these people's personal lives, but at the same time she had little choice. She needed their help.

"Hello!" She tried to call out for help, hoping that someone inside would hear her calls and come to investigate. She waited for a response. When none came she called again, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Hello!" Again no response.

There was a flight of wooden stairs that hugged a steep slope as it snaked down from the right of the house to the farm plot. Maybe if she knocked on the front door she might have better success rousing the occupants?

She was careful to not trample on any of the plants as she made her way to the stairs. The wind blew over the clearing and causing Pyrrha to shudder against the cold. She made her way up the stairs, the wooden steps creaking under her weight with every step. This was old wood for sure.

Rounding the house to find an entrance, Pyrrha came to realise that the house wasn't circular, but curved around an outdoor space that seemed to be centered on a raised garden with a single tree and a collection of flowering plants contained inside of a concrete retaining wall. From Pyrrha's position she could see a smaller secondary building that held a peculiarly designed blue flatbed truck parked under an overhang. A garage maybe?

But she also noticed that the front door to the house, a sliding door apparently, was slightly open. That started setting alarms bells off in her head. Why would someone just leave their front door ajar like that if they were asleep? Not to mention that she still hadn't seen any form of movement from inside the house. Something didn't quite sit right with her.

"Hello?" She called out again. Again there was no response, just silence. "Hello?" She tried once more. "Is anyone here?" Again, nothing. That was extremely worrying. She pushed on, trying to make her way as silently as she could to the half open door and peering inside. "Excuse me?" She tried again to get some kind of reply.

She slid the door off to the side with relative ease, giving her enough space to enter the abode. It was nicely furnished, like someone's country home away from home, incorporating stone and woodwork with earthy tones. To the left of the entrance was a diner table with six chairs, as well as a sitting area built around a fire place inside of a sunken floor. To the right was a kitchen with four stools set on one side of the island. To the far left was a wall with a large screen built into it and a hallway which led off to the rest of the house.

Only thing was that the inside had looked torn apart. The dining table had been flipped on its side, the cushions in the seating area had been torn up and the screen on the wall had been smashed. The whole inside smelled of something burning, which caused her to notice the localised scorch marks on parts of the walls.

That said nothing of the pair of legs sticking out from behind the kitchen island. Whoever it was had fallen facing away from her and lying on their side.

Oh God no.

Pyrrha had to tell herself to calm down, now noting that she could smell the scent of burnt flesh. She moved into the home, leaning on the wall for support as she made her way to the body on the floor. She found a young woman, around her mid-thirties, who was lying partially on top of an infant child.

Her back had been charred so badly that Pyrrha could see the bones of her spine in some places jutting out. The woman's eyes were locked lifelessly on the child that now had its face burned off by the same weapon.

A mother and her child were lying murdered on the floor of their own home.

Who would have done something like this? White Fang maybe? Was it a random act of violence?

She moved past the bodies towards the hallway in the back. She needed to see if there were any survivors, someone who could tell her what had happened here. Honestly however, she didn't have high hopes as much as it pained her to say so. If the main room was anything to go by, whoever had come through here had been thorough.

There were two doors on the right side of the hall, the first one leading to what looked like the child's bedroom. It would likely have been a girl's room considering the amount of pink painted onto the wall. A quick scan of the room was enough for her to confirm that there was no one else in the room besides her. No bodies to speak of either.

The second room was likely the parent's room considering the lone queen sized bed and lack of bright colors on the walls. There was also the third member of the family lying partially propped up against the wall under one of the windows opposite from where Pyrrha stood in the doorway. He was around the same age of the woman in the kitchen and had been hit with two blasts from the same weapon, scorching his right shoulder and the middle of his stomach.

A large handgun lay to his side, fingers wrapped loosely around the trigger, two spent bullet casings sat near his feet. He'd managed to get a couple shots off at whoever had attacked them before being killed.

She couldn't help but begin eyeing the handgun on the floor. It was huge, looking about two sizes too large for the hand that gripped it. It look less like a pistol and more like a hand-cannon to her. After all, when you know a girl who has a sniper rifle built into a scythe you're not really surprised by strange and unusual weapons.

Pyrrha froze. There was a thump outside the house, followed by a series of throaty chattering like the calls of some large bird. Grimm? Maybe, she wasn't sure what kind it could be though. The chattering sounded like it was coming from two individuals at least, and they were getting closer.

Pyrrha was unarmed and in an enclosed space, not the best situation to be fighting Grimm in.

Luckily she could address one of those issues right off the bat. She dropped to her knees, not wanting to be seen through the window and have whatever Grimm it was come crashing through to attack her. crawled across the floor to the dead man, grabbing his handgun and then sideling up next to the wall.

There was another thump, this time coming from the kitchen as the chattering continued. They were inside the house. She could hear the floorboards creaking as the Grimm paced about the main room, like they were searching for something.

They know I'm here.

One set of footsteps began to make its way towards the hallway outside, and Pyrrha could hear her heartbeat thudding in her ears. She felt her nerves betraying her, the memories of Beacon scant hours moments ago coming back to haunt her. Had the attack reached the outskirts of Vale? But then what about the sky?

A three-toed clawed foot appeared in the doorway and she tightened her grip on the handgun as a strange bird like creature stepped into view. At first glance in the rather dim lighting of the hallway the creature appeared to be a Grimm. But simply put, it wasn't a Grimm.

It had a short beak on a wide head, two yellow eyes flicking over the hallway. A mane of coarse black feathers sprouted from the back of its head, matching the black armor the covered its wiry body. Two clawed hands gripped at some sort of purple rifle with a collection of pink crystals sprouting above and to the front of the trigger. It looked like some sort of mutant bird, and Pyrrha had no idea if it was friendly.

It probably wasn't.

Pyrrha opened fire as its head turned towards her. It let out a gurgling shriek as three shots found their mark in its body. The pistol had a hell of a kick to it and Pyrrha cursed her lack of experience handling pistols when the fourth shot went wide, cracking the window as the bullet hit home.

The creature, bleeding from the assault raised its weapon, levelling it at her and pulled the trigger as she pushed off from the wall. Pyrrha dove behind the bed as three rounds slammed into where she'd been moments before. She stuck the pistol under the bed and unloaded a shot into the creature's foot. It let out a croak as it sank to one knee.

She could see its head. She fired.

It slumped to the ground as the bullet tore through its skull, just in time for its friend to come bursting into view. This one held a smaller purple weapon in one hand, two small glowing green prongs extending from the front.

The second creature, its eyes sharp, sighted Pyrrha as she scrambled back to her feet. It pointed the weapon at her before a bolt of green energy lanced out at her. She ducked the shot and aimed the pistol at the second creature. One shot fired and hit the creature in the stomach.

Click.

Pyrrha's heart lurched. The gun was empty. She had no extra mags for it.

Thinking quickly she hurled the pistol at the creature, boosting her throw with her semblance. The weapon hit it square in the beak, the shock of getting hit in the head by a pistol causing it to stumble backward. Pyrrha leapt over the bed, landing in a roll on the floor. Coming out of the roll she immediately shoulder checked the creature into the broken window.

Even though it was bigger than she was, but it was also lighter than she expected when she slammed into it. The creature backpedaled, trying to keep its footing even as Pyrrha smashed it through the glass of the broken window. Its legs hit the lip of the windowsill and it tumbled backwards and onto the grass outside.

Wasting no time, Pyrrha scooped its friend's rifle off the floor and opened up on the collapsed creature outside. Three pink crystals hit it in the chest as it tried to scramble to its feet. Its body erupted into a pink explosion that would have made Nora proud.

Pyrrha ducked at the sudden blast, hunkering down below the lip of the window, noticing the other dead creature lying in the doorway mere inches from where she sat. Wait, what if these things explode after death? She didn't know what these things were admittedly, but she figured that since the one she was staring at hadn't decided to do an impression of Magnhild's ammunition she was probably in the clear.

She looked over the bit of wall she used for cover and found the creature lying dead on its back, chest ripped open by the sudden explosion. Violet colored blood was spattered all over the surrounding grass as a pool expanded from the corpse. It wasn't going to be getting up soon that was for sure.

She turned her attention back to the crystals sticking out of the weapon in her hands. Are these Dust crystals? I would explain how they'd made that beast's insides its outsides. But who would be insane enough to actually fire whole Dust crystals at someone? Dust was a propellant in most cases, different types giving different effects to the rounds fired. Fire Dust would coat a bullet in flames for example.

She looked to the creature lying dead on the floor next to her. Well they're crazy enough to try it at least. She looked back at the weapon. While she was squeamish about handling a weapon with a potentially volatile substance exposed, she had no other weapons to speak of admittedly. Well actually there was that energy weapon lying on the grass outside.

She vaulted over the lip of the shattered window, her aura keeping the glass from digging into her hand. When her bare feet touched the ground she immediately missed her boots. Now she was going to have to deal with bloody toes. I am definitely going to need a shower after this.

She bent down and picked up the small weapon off the ground. It was definitely some kind of pistol, a C-shaped assembly with two glowing nodes set ahead of a grip and trigger mechanism. How to you load this thing? She could see no release lever nor a safety switch. That meant she had a finite pool of ammo for this thing, and it was always armed. Because that speaks volumes of how much these things value weapon safety. Coming from a Huntress, that was saying something.

Then she realized she had no idea how to reload the rifle either, and even if she did she had no replacement mags. So in other words she was already running on empty, great. She wiped off the pistol and placed it on her hip, hooking it under the red sash tied to her waist.

First order of business, find a way to contact Beacon.

Second, figure out where she was and what was going on.

The four-time Mistral champion had worked with less to go on. She could handle this.

Pyrrha stole one last look at the house, its murdered occupants still lying inside. She momentarily considered burying them but she decided against it. She had no idea how many of those creatures were out here, and she needed to contact Beacon. She could come back and pay proper respects later.

She sighed. "I'm sorry, I wish I could have stopped this. Forgive me."

She shouldered her new rifle and set off.


Welp I'm giving this a go!

Go ahead and say that I'm in denial about Season 3. Because I am. Season 3 didn't happen nope mmmm nah. No, it doesn't matter that Season 4 started already and basically confirmed that Pyrrha isn't coming back nope.

But in all seriousness, I kind of had this idea for a while since Season 3 ended, don't know how it came about but I'm willing to give it a go and see where it ends up.

Anywho, let me know what you guys think of this, I would appreciate the feedback going forward.