"Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky, and the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back; for the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
Death.
It's something that beckons us all. We all die eventually; succumb to the darkness that is inevitable. In that we are the same… What makes us different is what we do with the light we have before we go, for even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die.
Team RWBY and the other hunters and huntresses are long since gone from our world. They came into our world, served their purpose and burned brightly in the process, then left us. Many years later the Traveler arrived on Remnant and ushered in a Golden Age.
Remnant thrived in the Travelers presence. Civilizations expanded, the Grimm were pushed to near extinction, and their shattered moon was explored.
With Grimm at a low threat level the number of hunters and huntresses declined greatly. This would prove to be their downfall. When the darkness found the traveler, they were not ready. They fought back but the darkness proved too much.
In its dying breath, the Traveler created the Ghosts.
It gave them light.
It gave them Guardians.
It gave them a chance.
Ghosts set out to revive people of the Old age. This gave those not fighting hope. They could sleep easy knowing that the Guardians were here now.
A new age had begun.
The Age of Reclaiming.
-Law of the Jungle-
The ruins of the kingdom of Vale are a sad sight. Many lives were lost here in the darkest days. Now a lone Ghost flew through the rubble, searching while it did its best to stay undetected as there was reported to be quite a bit of Fallen activity in the area.
Being seen and killed by the Fallen without finding a Guardian would be the worst case scenario as Ghosts are not infinite and they must get all the help they can get if they are to take the darkness out.
This Ghost was not looking for any old soul to revive though. It was looking for someone special. A hunter or huntress; they possessed skills that the normal guardians do not have as they use their old semblances and aura to enhance abilities.
Something caught the Ghosts attention near some ruined cars. "Found you!" the Ghost said with excitement as it spread apart and created a blue orb with his pieces flying around it. With a bright flash of blue light, the ghost reassembled.
She woke with a quick jerk of her head upward. She looked at her hands and found that she was not wearing what she normally would. Instead she was wearing a white outfit covering everything but her head.
She didn't remember how she got here or how she got into this outfit. She was completely lost by her surroundings.
"Guardian?" a male, mechanical like voice asked her, "Eyes up, Guardian."
She complied and she looked up to see a small 'orb looking thing floating in front of her. "Good," it said, "You're awake, excellent," A loud roar could be heard in the distance and it looked around worriedly. "We must hurry! Can you stand?"
"Yeah I think so," she said as she got up.
"Excellent, I am a Ghost by the way. Well, I am your Ghost actually. What's your name?
"Blake. Blake Belladonna," she said as she looked around, "Where are we?"
"The ruins of the Kingdom of Vale, it was overrun many years ago by the Darkness."
"Vale? This can't be Vale! It was so well protected, and what is this Darkness?" Blake asked her Ghost as she was not sure what he was talking about.
"You have been dead many years, Blake," It said softly.
Blake's heart stopped upon hearing this. How could that possibly of been true.
"Look, Blake. You are going to see some things that you will not understand, but when we get back to the city I will explain everything… The Fallen and the Grimm are much stronger than you once knew." The Ghost concluded
Blake had no idea what these Fallen things were, but she knew that if they were classed with the Grimm then they are enemies. Right now she needed to trust this Ghost and get out of here. Blake suddenly realized something and gasped.
"… My friends, my team." She asked sadly. "If I have been dead… Then what of them?"
The ghost sighed, "Dead most likely." Blake looked down at this. "But." He continued, "There is a chance that they were revived just like I revived you."
Blake nodded. At least there was some hope for them. Something else came to Blake's mind at that moment. Where was her weapon at?
"My weapon…" Blake said aloud before looking around her frantically. She searched for a few seconds before seeing something sticking in the ground a few feet from her. She pulled it out; sure enough it was Gambol Shroud. Blake looked at it sadly though as the years had taken its toll on her weapon. It was rusted, none of the mechanisms worked, and she doubted that it would fire.
"May I?" Blake looked up to her Ghost who asked the question and she nodded. She held out her hand and the weapon disappeared in a flash as well as the Ghost.
"I'm still here she heard inside her head."
"How…?" she pondered but decided not to go further.
"I'm infusing your light into it. One more second…" The voice of her Ghost said. A second later, the ghost appeared and a good as new Gambol Shroud now lay in her palms.
Blake was astounded, "Thank you," she managed to get out.
"You are welcome, Huntress. Now you have your weapon, great, let's get going now." The ghost finished with excitement before disappearing once again.
Blake somehow knew where to go. She guessed that somehow the Ghost was inside her head and was directing her to their destination.
She went into a clearing just outside a big wall and something felt wrong to her. She felt as if she was being watched and she knew her Ghost did too. She heard a roar and a large, four armed alien looking thing came out of cover. It was white and wore a black cloak on its back
"A Fallen Captain, one of the higher ranking officers of the Fallen regime. It has a shield which is vulnerable to arc damage. Be careful," It said, "I doubt that you have ever fought one of these things before."
The Fallen captain held its gun it two of its four hands and started to fire upon Blake. Blake used her semblance to move out of the way and let the clone take a hit. The Captain, along with the Ghost were thrown off by this.
The Captain came out of its wonder and started to charge Blake with two swords. Blake drew her own swords and clashed with the Captain. Sparks flew as metal hit each other. Blake used her clone to jump back. Blake's instincts came over her and she acted on impulse. She started to spark with arc energy she charged the Captain. During her run she disappeared and reappeared in front of her target. She stabbed at her target. The Captain was not prepared and in one strike, its shield broke and her blade pierced the Fallen in the heart. That is, assuming it had a heart there.
The Fallen fell with black blood coming out of its wound. Blake watched as the Fallen went down. She killed her first alien. She found herself wondering what had happened to humanity, to her friends, and most importantly her team.
"We'll find them, Blake." The Ghost said as if reading her thoughts which he could for all she knew. Blake walked over and pulled the black cloak off of the fallen. She put it on her back, it reminded her of Ruby so she decided she'd keep it.
"I know we will," Blake responded, "I think the city would be a good place to start."
A/N: I hope you are enjoying my story so far! I'll continue to update as often as possible. Thanks for reading and give me a review please to tell me what was good, what wasn't, or what you would like to see. Until next time!