"Legends are carved across history by the brave."

Death.

It always seemed like something final, one's light flickering and disappearing like a dying star. For even the brightest are doomed to fade. So that's why people will continue to push themselves forward as they live. Claim as much as they can, for when they are gone, it is only their legend that remains. So when the last person who remembers them dies, it is when one is truly forgotten.

The story of Team RWBY and their friends, is one long forgotten in this day and age. They had come and gone, made their difference to the world of Remnant. Generations after their departure saw the arrival of the Traveler. It brought the people of Remnant the tools required to create their Golden Age.

They thrived. They expanded outwards; explored their shattered moon and the planets beyond, even the threat of the Grimm just became something in the back of their mind. Huntsmen and Huntresses lost their luster, people just wanted to expand, wanted to explore. So those who chose to dedicate their lives to fighting monsters, were just trying to keep the memory of the Old Age alive.

So when the Darkness arrived at their borders, when the Grimm started to rise in power once more. They were not ready.

It was man's nature to fight back, and they did. Dust, Technology, it just wasn't enough. They struggled, they fell, it seemed that all hope was lost, even the Traveler was struggling.

Then, in its dying breath, it gave them one last string of hope.

It gave them the Ghosts.

It gave them its Light.

It gave them the Guardians.

Guardians picked from the Ancient Dead by the Ghosts. At first people thought this wasn't going to work; seeing these warriors of another age crowd the streets of the Last City. However, they fought with skill, against the Grimm, against the Darkness; pushing them back.

The people could breathe again, sleep soundly at night. Knowing the Guardians were there.

The City Age had begun.

But for how long?


Untraveled Road

A lone Ghost floated through the ruins of the Kingdom of Vale, doing it's best to keep itself to a minimal profile. No desire to be spotted by the Fallen. Ghosts were not infinite, their numbers were limited, so to die without finding a Guardian first would limit the City's chances of survival by just that much.

It could not afford that.

So that's why it searched the Kingdom of Vale, the old old legends once spoke of a placed called Beacon, a home to many legendary Huntsmen from before the Golden Age. People had always said, if a Ghost managed to find a Pre-Golden Age Huntsmen, their Guardian could possess abilities like no other. For they are the best of the best.

That what it wanted. To find a Guardian unique from the others back at the Tower. One that would turn heads, one that would become a legend. Yes, it wanted the best.

Something caught it in the corner of its optic. It it had the ability to smile it would, so its chassis spun once in excitement.

"Found you."

Blake Belladonna woke up screaming.

Her vocal cords weren't vibrating, she couldn't make a sound. Eventually she stopped, gasping for air, blinking rapidly, hand going up to her throat. Instead of her bare hand touching the soft fabric of her scarf, she became suddenly aware of the gloves she was wearing and the tight fabric around her neck.

So she took the second to look herself over, seeing that she was wearing clothing she could not recognize, could not remember putting on. Looking around she noticed she could not remember where she was or how she got here.

"Guardian?" a voice asked her, sounding slightly woody and mechanical. "Eyes up."

She complied, looking up to see the a small white 'star' if it could be described as that, looking down at her. Part of it's frame moved, probably trying to express joy. "You're awake, excellent." it looked both ways suddenly, scared. Blake took the moment to look at the ground beside her, almost happy to see her trusty Gambol Shroud there lying in the dirt. She reached out to grab it.

"Oh!" the small thing started up again, almost done being impressed with itself. "I am a Ghost. Well, to be exact. I am your Ghost and…" it trailed off, thinking for a moment. "May I ask, who are you?"

"Bla-" Blake paused when her voice died in her throat again, she raised a finger at the Ghost for a moment before standing up, pulling Gambol Shroud out of the ground.

She couldn't believe what she saw.

Blake always kept her weapon in pristine condition, sure sometimes there was blemishes in the paint and sometimes a mission long enough will blunt the blade. To see it like this, dull and rusted, mechanics broken and jammed. The weapon was soulless at best.

"Blake Belladonna." she responded again, her voice a lot softer and weaker than it should be, but it didn't seem to matter right now. "Where are we?"

"Kingdom of Vale." Ghost responded. "That's all I know, everything else? Has been lost to time, unfortunately."

This wasn't right, no, not to Blake. This wasn't Vale, this wasn't her home. Where was she, what was going on?

"There is, something else I need to tell you." Ghost said as it floated over to her, looking a little sad, if possible.

"You've been dead, for a very long time."

Blake's heart stopped at the news, not even confusion could make its way to the front of her mind.

"There are some things that you won't understand. What I am, why I brought you back, But if we can just get back to the City, I can explain everything to you, I promise." Ghost paused for a moment. "The Fallen and the Grimm are much stronger than you last remember them, we need to move, you are in no state to fight them."

She wanted to question him, she had no idea what the 'Fallen' where, but if that name and Grimm were used in the same phrase, obviously the two went hand in hand. They were enemies. She watched as Ghost fluttered around her, pausing to take in the rusted Gambol Shroud in her hand.

"May I?" It asked, Blake nodded before holding it out. Ghost scanned over the weapon quickly before it disappeared from her hold.

"What did you?"

"Infusing it with your Light." Ghost responded before it magically appeared before her again, good as new. "What is a Hunter without their weapon?" It asked her slowly. Blake smiled softly.

"Thank you." She told it, the Ghost nodded slightly before looking behind itself again.

"I don't like where we are, we need to move." It said before disappearing from view. "Don't worry." It said again, suddenly a thought in her own head. "I'm still with you." It added as Blake looked behind her.

"Amazing, you actually are a Huntress." Its spoke in her mind, Blake closed her eyes as she felt something wash over her, like something cool being injected through her nervous system. She looked down at her hands and could swear she saw sparks dancing on her fingertips. "Using the Traveler's Light should come naturally to you, but I will still do my best to help you."

Blake nodded not quite understanding what was being said to her, but she understood that where she was was unsafe and that she needed to get out of her. So she ran, stumbling over her own feet for a moment before pressing onwards. She herself didn't know where to go but in the back of her head. It must have been her Ghost telling her where to go subconsciously.

"My friends, my team." She spoke up as she weaved through the dying trees eventually making it to the edge. "What about them?"

"Dead, most likely." Ghost responded, his voice just a sound in the back of her mind. She knew that was the truth anyway. "But if I brought you back, there is a chance other Ghosts might have brought them back as well. Assuming the Darkness hasn't gotten to them first."

She had no idea what it was talking about, but she knew things would in answered in time, so she followed it. Let her guide her back to where she was needed now.

When she broke into the clearing snow crunched under her feet, the chill seeping into her boots as she looked around. The Ghost's guidance had died away because they both had a similar thought process. They were surrounded. Slowly she raised Gambol Shroud at the ready, waiting for the Grimm, or whatever minion of the Darkness to show itself. Better for it to come to her then for her to fall in it's trap. Her ears twitched when she heard the snow crunch as a being stepped out. A red cape cloaked over its shoulders, two of it's four arms holding onto a gun as four glowing blue eyes stared right at her.

"A Fallen Captain. Be careful, I doubt you've fought one of these before." Ghost said as Blake thought for a moment. Knowing she had never seen a being such as this before, that her Ghost was right, there was much explaining that needed to be done. She watched as it raised their gun above their head and roared before bringing it down and firing a volley of energy shots at her.

The Ghost was not prepared to witness Blake's Semblance first had, seeing how the clone took the hit and Blake was launched up into the air with her with her weapons ready to strike. Even the Captain was thrown off as they looked up, tossing the gun aside to draw the swords of their hips. The two weapons met once with a clang before they started to dance with each other in a flurry of blows and cold steel.

Ghost knew that Huntsmen made into the Guardians were different than the standard soldier. Their semblance and aura controlled the way their light manifested within them. Sometimes taking on traits commonly not seen in Guardians of their class. It wasn't a bad thing, never was. It was always a nice surprise when a Huntsmen Warlock had more control over the Solar Energy or a Huntress Hunter could manipulate Void instead of Arc.

It opened a realm of possibilities.

So when Ghost felt the arc energy start to burn in Blake's Aura her forced whatever information it knew to the front of the Faunus' mind. The next strike the Captain swung struck another clone, this one, instead of hitting a simple shadow, exploded on contact, the contained Arc Energy striking out. The Captain's shields shattered as it looked around in anger eventually finding Blake again as it started to move forward, growling at her at the same time.

Blake herself was surprised, knowing that she usually needed Dust to acquire such a result, but if this Light this Ghost was talking about was certainly real, she had proof right there. It was feeding her information at the same time, so there was something else she wanted to try.

She charged the Captain, feeding her Aura and hopefully, in turn, her Light into Gambol Shroud before lunging forward, it was instant covering the extra five feet in an instant as her sword was buried in the Captain's neck. A successful Blink Strike.

It went down without much struggle, blood and dark energy escaping from the wound as Blake pulled her weapon free. She exhaled slowly, trying to regain her breathing before closing her eyes.

It was then when she realized that the world she had once knew was gone. That someone out there had decided to play god. Tear the old world down and start anew. This was the result.

"Blake?" Her Ghost appeared and floated to her eye level. "We'll find them, your friends." It watched as Blake pulled the cloak off the Captain and tossed it over her own shoulders. Until she found her team should find trinkets that reminded her of them. The red cloak from the Captain would be a good start.

"I know we will." She said as she set Gambol Shroud on her back, somehow knowing it would attach to the back of her armour. Must have been the Ghost adapting her knowledge to help her survive in the world.

"But right now?" Blake looked at Ghost for a moment, smiling slightly. "I need a gun."

When we scream, our lips don't make a sound. We march with feet on solid ground. We walk, where no one wants to go, on this, untraveled road


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