Things were looking normal on this day. Well, not exactly for our two newcomers, the Dark Lord of Mordor Sauron, and his apprentice Drago. They were still back in their homeworld of Middle Earth, traveling. Sauron had brought his young apprentice along to have him train under the last known Dragon, Smaug. Unfortunately their little adventure was cut short when they decided travel through the fallen kingdom of Moria as a shortcut. There, they were blocked by the Bane of Durin, the mighty Balrog. The monster that terrorizes the goblins inside came out when he felt an invader in his kingdom. Sauron saw this fallen Maiar as a good test for them, and decided to fight with the monster in the mines of Moria. Their battle was victorious, but after they had killed the Mighty Balrog, they were somehow transported to an unknown world far vastly different than Middle earth. They didn't know where they were, but they made a first encounter with two enemies, the Grimm, and the White Fang. The Grimm intrigued them due to how much dark energy they had, and they still cowered when Sauron spoke in his created language, the Black Speech. They were easily dealt with, the White Fang though proved to be more of a challenge, due to their advanced weaponry. Nevertheless, they were defeated. Drago had some opinions on these white fang members, mostly criticism. The first one was their "equal rights" they babble on about, and yet treat humans like they are the inferior race, which confuses and slightly annoys him. Sauron saw them as mere animals, they were like common grunts that follow orders blindly, much like the orcs or goblins. Their weapons did intrigue them, but they never took them, sticking with their weapons they already had.
Sauron had his iconic mace, which was the only weapon he needed. He still looked like he did in Middle Earth, armor and everything, but he was shrunken down a bit to a normal humans height. His apprentice Drago had his enchanted Morgul blade that he forged himself in Mount Doom. It was like the Morgul daggers the Nazguls had, but with Sauron's teaching, he was able to forge a Morgul Sword. It was the length of a normal sword, but it still looked like the standard Morgul daggers, the blade was pure black with a silver hilt and onyx handle. He also had armor similar to that of his Master Sauron, but after training with the Nazguls, he made it like a combination between Sauron's and the Witch-King's armor, the helmet he wore was like an exact replica of the Witch-King's, but was smaller and had fewer spikes.
After looking around this new world in the shadows, they knew that the current outfits they wore stood out easily. Luckily all Drago had to do was remove his helmet since he wore a cloak over his armor that hid his body. For Sauron, they had to procure him a cloak with a hood that hid his face after he removes his helmet. This was rare for anyone back in Mordor to ever see the dark Lord remove his helmet, and see his true face, but for Drago, it was just somewhat common when he does. But for the residence on this area...he would probably assume not so much. When his helmet was removed, his appearance was that of a normal human, his skin was pale, his eyes were a shade of red, and his hair was long and a pale gold in color.
Currently now, they were walking around in Vale. They heard from the locals about this school named "Beacon" which slightly interested Drago. He never attended a normal school like many other young teens, due to Sauron teaching him all that he knew, and the orcs teaching him many types of dirty fighting. Sauron was intrigued himself, a school designed to train warriors sounded interesting to him. Due to this, he found this school to be of use for them. Sauron had managed to procure a document from the criminal "Torchwick" to sign up Drago to go to Beacon, and himself to be a teacher. Sauron, compared to the Orc generals, is a whole lot more different. While the orcs taught him exploits in a fight, Sauron taught him simple basics such as war tactics, sword play, some martial skills he knew from the knowledge of the Easterlings, and how to control magic to the best of his abilities. He taught him what he knew before he couldn't teach him anything else, and Drago soon became one of his most ruthless, and skilled fighters amongst his armies, rivaling the skills of the Witch King and almost himself. Though Drago knew everything Sauron taught him, his master saw that Beacon could help learn more about this world called "Remnant."
Drago didn't want to show it, he honestly felt intrigued with other teens such as himself. He never really got to experience others in his years with his master. All he did was hang out and rough house with the orcs and young trolls. But these were actual humans to interact with, the ones he ever really met are either bandits, mercenaries, or sometimes the Easterlings or soldiers he would see in the distance at a city at times like Gondor. Granted he was only half human, his master Sauron himself didn't know what he was when he found him, just that he had the blood of a dragon in him. His eyes and fangs were proof of that, and his unnatural durability and ability to control fire, even said element couldn't hurt him. Sauron didn't know if he was one of Morgoth's creation, but that couldn't be since his master was still imprisoned thanks to the other Valar.
From what Sauron has learned so far, there is another race known as "Faunas" which was the White Fang grunts were when they first encountered him. Thus they called him "brother" the moment they saw him. So his apprentice could pass as one, while he passed as human, much to his irk at having to classify himself as the inferior race. Back to the matter at hand, they had made it to the "ships" that would take them to the "Huntsman" Academy. It still surprised them that they built ships capable of flight, very surprising in deed. As they boarded this ship, Sauron felt some kind of strange power here, and it was close. Whatever it was, it for some reason made him sick and disgusted. His eyes then set on a female human who was getting hugged by a more matured blonde haired one.
"Blegh, disgusting." He said in a hollow, deep tone. He can speak between "English" and his "Black Speech" when he spoke, he spoke the second language when he wishes to strike fear into his enemies, or speak with Drago alone so know one knew what they were talking about. Said person looked over to his hooded master confused before looking to where he was looking, then looked slightly disgusted himself. Both Drago and Sauron heard them converse as it was assumed both were sisters, though they looked nothing alike. The younger one looked humble for being able to enroll in a school 2 years early...though she didn't sound that happy about it.
'Understandable...you'd basically skip 2 years of training...she is going to have a small rough start.' Drago thought with an arched eyebrow. The trip was rather...quite odd, or Drago's case, a bit thrilling from the flying ship, granted it was a bit different from riding on a Fell Beast, but still. Sauron gave a small scowling look when a blonde hooded male who apparently barfed a little bit on this Yang's, from what the younger female stated a few seconds earlier, shoe. Just by looking at the young blonde male, Sauron could already tell he was worthless. Drago himself saw what his master was thinking of him. Quite honestly, he doesn't really have a habit of telling or noting people as weak. As soon as the ship docked, the blonde male had ran out to vomit in a nearby trash can, Sauron muttering out "worthless filth" when he passed him. Drago glanced over at the blonde male with a somewhat disgusted look, but otherwise kept silent and stayed close to his master. Now outside the ship, they saw Beacon in its glory. To say the least they were impressed, It almost reminded them of Minas Tirith, but smaller, and not filled with dark magic and sorcery.
Sauron kept looking over the academy building for a few moments before looking down at his student. "I'll be going now to speak with the headmaster, you can handle yourself on your own for now, got it?"
"Yes, my lord." Drago said nodding as Sauron nodded at him and marched off ahead, heading to the building with his hooded robe covering his body and hid his face. Drago just inhaled and exhaled, sighing a little bit as his lord was far away. 'This will be a weird day for me and my master.' He thought as he looked at the other students walking around or chatting. He started to walk in a random direction, some of the other teens here giving him strange looks as he passed by. He got looked at plenty of times, though he is confused why others are looking at him in such a weird fashion. He walked for a bit more until the young girl from before accidently landed on a bunch of briefcases, her expression of being dazed.
"What are you doing?!" He heard another girls voice shout in anger, making him look at the source, and he could've sworn his heart almost skipped a beat. He was looking at a pale skinned young girl with pale blue eyes and long white hair pulled back into an off-center bun tail and pinned with an icicle shaped tiara. A crooked scar runs vertically down her left eye.
She wore a thigh-length strapless dress with a faint color gradation from white to pale blue at the hem. A small piece of black lace sits in the front of her neckline and the hem of the dress is scalloped and stitched to resemble snowflakes, with layers of white tulle under the skirt. Over this she wore a bell sleeved bolero with the same color gradation as her dress from shoulder to wrist, lined in red and with a ruffled collar. On the back of the bolero is the Schnee Crest.
She also wore a small apple pendant on a silver chain and thin, rectangular silver earrings. Her boots are white, wedged heeled and higher at the back than the front. They have a small silver decoration across the top of the foot and are lined in red. A thin white sash is tied around her waist with a pouch attached to the back. He was staring at her with widen eyes before he shook his head clear as he listened in on the argument the white haired girl had with the red hooded girl.
"Uh…" the hooded girl said as she was getting up.
"Are you deaf, dust!" The white haired girl said annoyed. The hooded female just stared as she was trying to hold back a sneeze from her shaking the dust right in her face, before the inevitable came as she sneezed creating an explosion from where they stood. Drago shielded his eyes from the explosion, he could've sworn he saw a bit of fire and lightning mixed with ice in the dust cloud. Whatever this "dust" is, it apparently has elemental power stored inside it.
'I might have to procure some of this "dust" for me and my master to study.' He thought as he looked to see the white haired girl now covered in soot. The young hooded girl as currently pressing her fingers together as she looked down with an apologetic look. I guess it was a good thing Sauron was not here, he would of been utterly disgusted by this. The white haired girl started to scold the hooded girl to a point to where the hooded girl finally showed some anger, calling her a "princess" in a small threatening way.
'It's like seeing a human argue with an elf.' Drago thought as he looked between the two girls. And somehow he didn't even notice this other girl that was walking towards them, who had black hair and a black bow.
"Heiress actually." she said as the two girls looked at her. "Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world."
"Finally! Some recognition!" The now named Weiss stated with a smug smirk.
"The same company infamous for its controversial labor forces and questionable business partners." The black haired girl stated with a small glare.
'Ouch…' Drago thought with a wince. 'If this was back in Middle Earth, this would be like the situation with Saruman the White.'
"Wha- How dare you- The nerve of-!" Weiss stuttered before going up into her face and snatched the dust out of her hands, turning and walking away with a humph. Drago looked over to see one of her dust vials she forgotten back here. He kept looking back and forth between the vial and "Weiss" for a few moments before he picked up the vial, looking it over. It was a pure yellow one as he looked it over with a calculative eye. He popped the cork off and took a small pinch of it out. As it was on his fingers as he rubbed it, he saw some small sparks when he did it, not that it hurt him, but it did indicate what element it was.
'Lightning.' He thought as he popped the cork back on the vial. And from what he can guess from the red one, it involves with fire. He looked back to the retreating form of the Weiss and back to the vial before he sighed and pocketed the dust vial, following after said Heiress quickly. He could keep it for himself to study...but it didn't feel right, which is rich coming from an apprentice of a dark lord. If his master saw him doing this, he wouldn't be that happy.
"Hey, Heiress!" He called out when he was close. Said person turned to face him with an annoyed glare.
"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?" she asked annoyed turning to face….the rather big individual as she slightly went a little wide eyed. Drago stood in front of her now with a small glare before he took out the dust vial and held it to her.
"You dropped this after shouting at the red hooded human." He said in a bland tone. "Considering how your attitude looked, I'm pretty sure you would be upset if you missed one, am I correct?" Weiss calmed down a bit as she looked at the vial and took it.
"Thank you…" she said rather calmly before sighing a bit. "Sorry if I sounded snappy, it's just...people can be so annoying sometimes. Half these people don't give someone like a Schnee a whole lot of respect. Honestly it feels degrading."
"I guess I could understand that." Drago said nodding a bit. "Let me tell you what my master told me when I didn't get respected." He then leaned forward a bit with a small stern look. "Make them respect you, show dominance to them, and if that doesn't work, make them fear you for something."
"O-oh well um…" Weiss said, a bit surprised by his advice. "Well the thing is…"
"What is it?"
"I'm...trying to be less like my father. I don't wish to force respect upon others. Though some of his attitude can...come off of me." Weiss said crossing her arms with a small saddened look, like she didn't want to admit that.
"...You're lucky my master is not here, he would've called you a weak and pathetic fool for saying that." Drago said bluntly. Weiss gave a small glare at him for what he said.
"I am far from weak." she said quite offendedly. Drago was silent as he realized he said something rather rude. He mentally curses himself for having bad interactions with humans as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Sorry, I'm not use to talking with...females." He said looking away a bit. "But that's what my master would say, he wouldn't like something like that to be said to him." Weiss still glared for a moment before loosening it.
"You've never interacted with a different gender? Your trainer sounds harsh." Weiss commented.
"He...means well." Drago half truthed, knowing that saying his master was a "dark lord" so loosely would be rather...odd. "He's never really let me leave our home unless it was business, and I mostly stayed by his side or by his soldiers, so I've never had time to socialize with other people my age...or opposite sex."
"...sounds terrible." Weiss said with a small sympathetic look.
"It's not that bad, if I did socialize with people, other than with my master's soldiers, I would've been weak for making small pacts with weaker partners, and if my master taught me anything, it's to never, ever, show weakness to your enemies, otherwise you're nothing but weak pathetic filth like them."
"...Your Master is an odd one."
"Very competent one though."
"Right…" Weiss said as she checked her watch. "We have to get going. We are gonna be late for the beginning speech." she then turned around as she looked over her shoulder to a confused Drago. "Well, come on!" He was wide eyed now before he shook his head and followed after her.
"Right, coming." He said quickly as he walked next to her now. Weiss looked confused at him for a moment as she walked as well, he was a strange looking guy that's for sure.
'Who are you?' She thought mildly curious as she continued to stare at him with side glances now.
[20 Minutes earlier, with Sauron]
'Infernal human filths!' Sauron thought as he had to keep his anger in check, he never liked being in places filled with humans. Some were corruptible yes, those who weren't made him sick. The Faunas he found to be annoying much like the Orcs of Mordor. He didn't care for their "equality" at all, to him it sounded like a means to just gain more soldiers. They never meant anything to him, he was the Dark Lord, he had no time to care for something as small as "Equality." He walked to the elevator that lead up to the headmaster is located. It still surprised him that the residents here had such advanced technology, but he would get over that the longer he stayed here. Who knows, if he learned more about this technology, it could help him with the domination of Middle Earth if they ever returned.
The trip up the elevator was uneventful, and quite boring if he said so himself. The only thing enjoyable was the small tune that was actually rather catchy, though he didn't want to admit it. Again, this technology amazed him, but he caught that thought short when the elevator stopped and opened up, revealing the Headmaster's office. It surprised him how the room looked like some kind of large gear like room, the floors looked like he was inside some kind of machine of sorts. His attention was then turned to the group of four in here, the headmaster sitting in his chair while the other three stood in front.For some reason, the Headmaster almost reminded him of a certain grey wizard.
The headmaster sat in the chair as he had his elbows resting on the table, his hands collided and over his mouth as he gave his stoic expression towards Sauron. The blonde woman had an arched eyebrow and almost suspicious look at him. The male with green hair looked intrigued of Sauron as he sipped from his canister. The fat porky one with the grey mustache was at first staring at him before he spoke.
"Well hello there chap, can we help you?" He said in a jolly like tone that made Sauron almost gag in disgust.
'I can already tell I'm not going to like this walking pig.' He thought with a small glare under his hood. "Yes, hello." He said with small detest. "I came here to...apply for a job here, and to enroll my apprentice here as well."
"...Is that so?" Ozpin spoke up as he looked over Sauron. Something about this person, made him feel something bad from him, he didn't know why though.
"Yes, that is so." Sauron said nodding under his hood.
"...what made you want to have a job here at Beacon, Mr…?"
"You will refer to me as Sauron, that's it." Said Dark Lord said crossing his arms. "As for my reason, it's to keep an eye on my apprentice here."
"Only one?" Glynda asked sternly, clearly not liking the fact he is only watching one.
"Oh, don't get me wrong. I will be watching the other students as well. Let's just say that I...do not wish to leave my apprentice out of my sight in an unfamiliar place."
"Seems reasonable enough. Wouldn't want them roaming around in an area they aren't authorized to be in." Oobleck said with a small nod of agreement.
"Yes, that's correct." Sauron said nodding. "Both me and my apprentice aren't from around here, and after hearing so much about Beacon, I decided to enroll him here since he's never actually attended an actual...school."
"Oh, so you were his teacher and companion?" Port asked.
"Indeed." Sauron answered. "However, I prefer the term 'Master' or his 'Lord', that is what I am to him."
"...What can you teach to the students?" Ozpin asked. This was the one Sauron had to think slightly about, considering he doesn't know this place that much.
"I could help out with combat, forging, and many types of craftsmen ships." Sauron answered.
"Ah, you're a weaponsmith." Ozpin said with a small smile.
"You can say that." Sauron said nodding. "I have my old teacher to thank for his teachings, which led my to forge my greatest creation." As he said this, he raised his dark armored hand up, revealing his golden ring that almost glowed for a moment. Ozpin looked at the ring...He could feel immense power from that one ring...power that could drive people insane.
"A ring?" Port said confused. "What's special about it?"
"That is my secret, and my apprentices only." Sauron said putting his hand down. Port was still confused but shrugged it off as Glynda looked at Ozpin who was pondering.
"Very well...I could use another teacher to help being knowledge here in Beacon…" Sauron noticed there was a catch. "We are gonna do a test tomorrow in the morning with all the first year students...and that goes for new professors as well."
"...what?" Sauron said with slight confusion. "You want me to do a test with other students?"
"It will show your qualifications of being a teacher, and how skilled you are in combat and tactical situations...is there a problem?" Ozpin asked with a small furrowed eyebrow. Sauron thought about it for a small moment. Pretty much what he was asking was to display his skills, and his teaching ability...though the latter would be quite hard because he already finds all of the students here as complete filth.
"Just one...I don't like fighting with...humans much." Sauron said with a small glare. 'The Easterlings are an exception.'
"You prefer fighting with faunas?" Oobleck said with an arched eyebrow.
"I don't care for animals." Sauron said once again with crossed arms. Glynda squinted a little bit as she hardened her glare, not liking his tone as Ozpin just stared with a stoic look as he furrowed a small eyebrow.
"Well, I guess it's a good learning curve to deal with then. A teach must be able to at least communicate with other students to help them learn and achieve their future goals in being a huntress or huntsman."
'Oh my Valar you do sound like Olórin.' Sauron thought with a growl at the thought of said wizard. "I...GRRR, I will tolerate them, nothing more." Oobleck was starting to get slightly suspicious of this individual himself but stopped that trail of thinking when Ozpin spoke up again.
"Well, it's a start...You can use the spare bedrooms here in Beacon for the time being if you wish to." Ozpin offered.
"I...thank you." Sauron said in a forced tone under his hood. If his old master, Morgoth, saw his old Lieutenant saying thanks to someone, he would either laugh or probably shake his head at how low Sauron has gone. In all honesty, he kind of has to. He and his apprentice didn't have a place to exactly stay, and he didn't feel like sleeping in another warehouse again. He nodded towards the headmaster as he started to leave. Ozpin just stared at him calmly...grabbing his coffee and slowly drinking it.
'...Who are you?' Ozpin asked himself, watching Sauron enter the elevator and leave. The moment he entered into his office, he already felt a dark aura on him, he didn't feel anything at all good, or holy for that matter from this person. "Glynda, Peter, Bartholomew." He said in a serious tone. They all looked at the headmaster, waiting to see what he has to say. "Keep a close eye on him, and his apprentice, something about him bothers me." The three professors all nodded at him, if Ozpin said someone bothered him, it must be serious.
[A few hours later]
After the small speech from the Headmaster Ozpin, the students were to report to the ballroom to sleep until they were assigned Dorm rooms tomorrow after the initiation test. The Dark Lords apprentice Drago had a strange thought about the Headmaster during his speech, he reminded him a bit of the Grey Wizard back in Middle Earth. But more cryptic, something that might be annoying in the long run. Right now, he was currently walking in the halls that lead to the Ballroom. He didn't know where his master went after the speech, he just left right after Glynda Goodwitch finished her own little speech. He noticed others were going to change into their pajamas as he walked passed.
"You aren't gonna be sleeping in that, are you?" a familiar heiress said as she walked beside him, looking at her with a small surprised look that she was even following him.
"Oh, um…" He didn't expect to see Weiss again after the speech, or talk to him for that matter. She wore her pajamas that consist of a faded blue nightgown with short sleeves and white trim and displays the Schnee Crest on the upper-right chest. She also wore her hair down that...made her look almost cute if he dare say so. "Well, where I came from, it doesn't matter what you wear, just if your able to sleep anywhere in anything."
"...So that's another way of saying "I didn't bring anything to sleep in" then?" Weiss said from a small amount of silence.
"Y-yeah...pretty much." Drago said nodding his head. "But i-it's fine, I've gotten used to sleeping in my armor and robes." Weiss just furrowed an eyebrow at him, but decided to not push him on it.
"Well...whatever seems comfortable I guess." she said with a small shrug as they made it to the ballroom, a bunch of sleeping bags and mats that already had a few people in them, getting ready to sleep. "Just go ahead and find a spot to claim and set up your area...unless you prefer to sleep with no cushioning."
"I've slept near a mountain that was always blowing out smoke, a floor is not that bad." Drago said rolling his eyes a bit. 'Better than sleeping near Shelob's lair, damn spider lazy lard.' Weiss was actually surprised he slept on a mountain that always blew smoke.
"Do you sleep in areas that see fit whenever it gets dark?" Weiss asked.
"In some situations, it's the best you've got." Drago answered shrugging. "The luckiest place I found to sleep was in a cave, it's lucky cause I was able to use some bones in their to make some makeshift spears around the entrance for protection."
"Oh, were there grimm nearby?"
'Grimm?' Drago thought with a furrowed eyebrow...but decided to just go with it. "Um, yeah! Just uh...a few…" He said glancing away slightly. 'It was actually for rogue orcs and Shelob.' He couldn't exactly say that to her since from the looks of it, orcs didn't exist here in Remnant.
"Well, at least you are fine now...as of for now, I think I should get my beauty sleep." Weiss said in a somewhat snooty tone with crossed arms as she walked over to her already picked and...well made bed roll which looked like a mini tent for one person.
"Seriously, it's like talking to an elf." Drago muttered under his breath. He glanced over to the girls he saw on the ship, who weren't that far away from him as the young one threw a pillow at her older sisters face. 'Okay, I believe the smaller one was called "Ruby" I think.' He was listening in on them as "Ruby" was explaining, and a bit annoyed by her sister that she skipped two years of training, thus leaving her friends back at Signal. She was even currently writing to them as well. He ignored it for now as he looked around to find a suitable place that wasn't full, and there was one right by the wall next to a girl wearing a bow. He didn't notice her right away as he sat on the wall as he sighed a bit, actually glad he was able to relax from walking all day.
"Izg can lozudurkh fraut rad." Drago said in Black Speech. The girl next to him glanced over with a small confused look.(1)
"That's a rather odd language you have." she stated, making Drago jolt a bit, not even realizing she was right next to him.
"Oh sorry, izg didn't notice lat!" Drago said after clearing his throat.(2)
"Um…" the girl said confused. It took Drago five seconds to realize he was still speaking in his Black Speech, to which she obviously doesn't understand.
"I mean sorry, I didn't notice you!" He said correcting himself in English now.
"Oh...well it's fine. I'm just reading as of right now so if you don't want to be bothered I can move…"
"N-no you're fine...and what's your book about?" Drago asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Well…" she said as she looked at the book. "It's about a man with two souls, each fighting for control over its body." she explained.
"...Sounds...interesting." Drago said with an arched eyebrow. Soon, Ruby, and from what he learned from what she said, her sister "Yang" walked up to them as they tried to talk with a book occupied black haired girl reading her book. From what Drago could notice, they were trying to make her a friend from what it seems like...the younger one did state she had trouble making new friends in a place where they were two years older and more experienced than her. 'This is strange to see.' Soon the black haired girl, now named Blake, showed a bit of irritation that she was getting interrupted until Ruby asked her what book she was reading, which caught her by surprise. Soon Blake started to actually give her attention towards Ruby as they conversed. Eventually the older one joked and teased her sister a bit, enough to where both comically started to wrestle as Drago had an anime sweat going down his forehead. 'Is this really how teens act? Cause if it is, then it's strange.' Not even within a full minute, the heiress from before came trudging along and demanding why they are being so loud.
"Hey! What do you have against my sister!" Yang stated in slight anger.
"Yang, shh! There are people actually trying to sleep!" Ruby said in a quiet tone.
"Oh, so now you're on my side." Weiss scoffed.
"I have always been on your side!"
"Yeah, what's your problem!?" Yang demanded.
"She is a hazard to my health!" Weiss retorted. Blake just rolled her eyes as she turned towards the candle near her and was about to blow it away as Drago just listened to the argument with a furrowed eyebrow, both confused and admittingly, amused look. Before Blake could blow out the candle, the doors to the Ballroom were opened wide, revealing Drago's master, Sauron in his armor and hooded robe. Ruby and the three other girls jolted a bit from the doors suddenly opening as they looked towards that general direction, Drago getting a calming expression as he looked over himself. The other students all looked with confused expressions at the strange man as said person walked in calmly, his black metal boots clanking against the floor as he looked around. His eyes then stopped on the four girls and Drago before he walked over towards them. Ruby took a small step back slightly from Sauron's creepy, intimidating look as he walked towards them. Yang and Weiss looked with confused arched eyebrows as Blake felt...something bad about him. When he was now in front of them, he stood there staring at them under his hood before looking at Drago.
"Drago, lat agh izg bolkum u flas, rad." Sauron said in his black speech.(3) Suddenly, the air felt immensely cold as Ruby actually started to shake a little bit with her eyes slightly widened, taking a few more steps back from the two. Blake was on the same boat as she dropped her book, her hands shaking a little bit. Yang was wide eyed as she shook in place, her eyes shaking as well. Weiss never felt so cold in her life, and she was a Schnee whose body shivered in shock.
Drago however, looked calm as ever as he stared at Sauron. "What kul it, goth Sauron?" He asked back in Black Speech.(4)Weiss was actually surprised that he knew the language he was speaking, and that he resisted the coldness from it. Blake glanced over as she listened to the conversation, fear creeping in on her soul as she watched. Yang just stood in place as she glanced between the two, not saying a word. Ruby just hid behind Yang as she glanced over her shoulder.
"Nar katu, nalt outside, RAD." Sauron replied back in a more harsher tone at the end.(5) Drago nodded as he calmly got up, Sauron turning around and walking back towards the door as he followed. Drago looked back at the four staring at them with widened eyes.
"Izg'll hontum lat later, goodnight." He said with a nod before he followed after his master outside the Ballroom.(6)The four girls all stared with widen eyes as the two individuals left the room, letting the students there all stare in shock, or shiver in from slight fear from Sauron's Black Speech. Following outside, there stood Drago and Sauron, just outside the door as Drago had crossed arms. "What can I do for you, My Lord?"
"It would seem, that we aren't the only ones to arrive here in this world." Sauron said crossing his arms as well. Drago looked confused before Sauron stepped aside to reveal his second in Command, the Witch King of Angmar. Drago widen his eyes at the sight of his former teacher. He wasn't the only one here, he was also accompanied by two other Nazguls by his side.
"O-oh, how did they get here?" Drago asked confused.
"They don't know themselves, and I don't care as long as they are here now, the other six Nazguls are in Vale now taking care of some pest control." Sauron said nodding.
"Pest control?" Drago asked confused.
"The White Fang." Sauron said simply. Drago was quiet about this before he nodded now at this, better to get rid of an enemy now, or at least dwindle their numbers. "Now I'm sure you're wondering why I have the Witch King here and two Nazguls right?" Drago nodded in confirmation. "I heard a small rumor during my limited time here about forming 'teams', now I don't trust any of the fools here to be your team, and I was going to find out how to get you to be alone, when my faithful servants here arrived." He said gesturing to the three Nazguls. "When you begin this 'test', you are to have the Nazguls come to you."
"My Lord, how will I do that?" Drago asked with confusion in his tone. Sauron said nothing as he simply raised his hand that had his ring on it. Drago widen his eyes in shock before he shook his head. "M-master I can't take your ring!" The Nazguls were surprised at this as well since it was almost a sight to see Sauron, the Dark Lord, willingly giving his ring to someone.
"You will." Sauron said lowering his hand back to his side. "I will give you my ring before this 'test' so the Nazguls here can locate you, the Witch King will be your partner, he'll be the one to find you, along with the other two." Drago was still staring at him with widen eyes, still shocked that his master was going to give him his ring. The ring was Sauron's most valuable possession, so him to give it away to him was very shocking.
"My lord, is it really okay to give your ring to him?" The Witch King asked skeptically. He flinched when Sauron turned to face him with a glare.
"Are lat questioning izish?" He said in Black Speech, but in a more darker tone as a black smokey aura covered him.(7) The Witch King and the Nazguls took a step back away from him, feeling fear in their core.
"N-no izub goth, izg didn't skirthurz u question lat na uluk!" He said quickly shaking his head.(8)
"Za's what izg usum." Sauron said before looking back to his apprentice.(9 )Drago was shaking slightly before he shook his head to clear that fear. "I am entrusting you with my ring tomorrow, and that is final, however, if you lose it." Sauron then leaned forward to Drago gripping his shoulder tightly. "Then you will feel my wrath." Drago nodded quickly before Sauron backed off with crossed arms now. "Good, I will see you four in the morning, good night." He said before he turned away and left the four "students" there to think about their plan.
Translations:
1: 'I can finally rest now.'
2:'Oh sorry, I didn't notice you!'
3:'Drago, you and I need to speak, Now.'
4:'Not here, alone outside, NOW.'
5:'What is it, Master Sauron?'
6:'I'll see you later, goodnight.'
7:'Are you questioning me?'
8:'N-no My lord, I didn't mean to question you at all!'
9:'That's what I thought.'