Prologue W
Where am I?
The last thing I can remember was fighting… the Grimm and the White Fang… Vale was attacked… Blake… Yang…
You got this.
PHYRAA!
RUBY!
The White Fang attacked during the Vytal Festival, Beacon was destroyed along with Vale, the wyvern suddenly appeared, and then there was some bright light.
Through the chaos and adrenalin of battle, I had tried to keep close to my team. But no plan survives more than a moment after contact with the enemy, choices were too often made for you. Stay where you want to be and that means not dodging the claws trying their hardest to disembowel you. Something Grimm were very keen on attempting.
The first chance to breathe i got, i desperately looked for any sign of blonde hair, or a black bow, or red cape…. But the last thing i remember is being alone. With the flames engulfing my surroundings, and the cries of Grimm.
Darkness…
Falling…
Just where am I?
I feel as if I'm being suffocated by some force, a sort pitch black void, filling my lungs, crushing my body.
I can definitely feel myself moving, but I can't open my eyes, or do anything, just feel the crushing darkness around me. I can't believe what I am about to tell myself, but in all the chaos, could it have been very likely… that I had… died.
No, that's not possible I was sure there were no Grimm or Fang or-
The Knights. In the confusion I must have been attacked by the Knights at my weakest. How could I have let my guard down, that is just unbecoming of me. What would Winter think of this, how I let myself get swept up in the confusion and chaos just to fall by the hands of Atlas machinery.
Yang would most likely never let me hear the end of it, how a bucket of bolts ended the life of the Ice Queen. I'm sure Blake would also never let this go as well, the heiress wishing to restore the Schnee name only to succumb to the corruption it has spread. And of course the dolt that is my partner would…
Would …
Most likely be horrified at the thought of me leaving her behind.
But she's a big girl, she can handle it, for both our sakes.
Alright let's try again. Open you worthless excuse for eyelids, grant me the gift if sight I need.
Heh… I sound more like her everyday.
I wonder how everyone is doing, hopefully they are doing better than I am. I don't think I could bear to see the looks on their faces, not on Winter, team JNPR, Blake, Yang, especially -
Rise little one, and awaken from your slumber.
...little one? Wait, who are you? Can you hear me? Where am I?
Your answers will be answered all in good time child. First I must ask you to please open your eyes.
...I wish I could whoever you are, but it seems that I can't open them.
Try once more child. Then you shall receive some answers to your question.
...Might as well try again. After all I have nothing better to do while I'm wherever here is.
I will my eyes to open once more, however with seemingly new found strength and relative ease. It feels as if though I have been asleep for a long time now. As my vision starts to return my hearing starts to return as well. As I start to look around I see the remains of what appears to be Beacon in front of my, more specifically the Hunter and Huntress statue except the beowulf is covered in a black tar like substance and the hunters are in ruin.
As I continue to assess my surroundings I start to realize that I am currently near the docking area of Beacon Academy and see the city of Vale, currently being swarmed by grimm. I can't believe it, it's all gone I thought out loud. Well that would be the case if it weren't for the growls of a beowulf snapping me out of my stupor nearby. When I reach for Myrtenaster my hand grasps nothing, in fact it feels as if though I am already wielding my weapon, and my movements feel sluggish.
When I went to look for the enemy in question I see Creeps, Nevermores, Deathstalkers, all various sizes and age, but no Beowulfs oddly enough. What strikes me even more oddly enough is that most of the grimm around me don't seem to be alerted to my presence although the majority them have either moved past me or are looking at me, as if I wasn't there at all.
To say the situation was unnerving was an understatement to say the least. I decide that the best course of action was to find a safe spot to allow myself to find the answers thee voice told me I would fine. As I begin to look for safe haven I hear undeniably the footsteps of something following me. I turn to look to find out what is following me but all I see is the former city of Vale and nothing more.
Strange I unconsciously say aloud, and a sound akin to a wolf's bark pierces the environment. Now I am left even more confused. From what I can tell there are no beowulfs or any canines for that matter within the area, at least within earshot. Once I finally reach the safe haven that is the remains of our team dorm room, the footsteps following every step of the way even into the room, I allow my thoughts to roam freely.
Just what in the world is going on? First, I find myself in some sort stasis crushing me, then I hear a strange voice telling me to essentially wake up, then the grimm appear to blatantly ignore me for whatever reason. I had noticed that during my walk I have seemingly gotten sluggish as if I haven't walked in quite some time and feel almost as if I had gained some weight. This isn't making any sense. First my pseudo-awakening, the grimm, and now my own body. Urgh. The growling returns once more and yet again I can't find the source of the noise, even though it sounds very close by. That insufferable noise once more! Just where is it coming from!?
I soon decide to continue ignoring the noise as I would do with any annoyance and begin to enter the joint bathroom of the dorm, or at least what remains of the rooms. Truth be told I expected to find the dorm in pieces when I arrived, however it appears that only the beds were damage, toppled amongst one another due to the attack. I digress, it is time I find out what my current state looks like.
Once in the restroom I look at the mirror towards my left and begin to asses myself. However, the first thing I see is a Beowulf in the mirror looking right at me. Reacting to this I pull up my arm with the added weight of my weapon to defend myself, but once I turn around I see that the Beowulf has disappeared, and in my hand appears to be my trusty rapier Myrtenaster however it appears to be a bone white, similar to a grimm's armor. Looking down towards my weapon I see that attached to the weapon is a sleek black arm covered in fur.
Aghast at what I am looking at I tentatively look once more to the mirror and see the Beowulf once, except this time I looked over the reflection properly. The beowolf in question appears to be a newly born pup standing at almost the same height I am around five and a half feet, with a sleek form, small paws and thin arms and legs. Within its left hand, or paw more rather, was the bone white carbon copy of Myrtenaster, except as I look at it once more there appears to be no dust in it. Finally, what strikes out at me the most was the white chest piece it had and its eyes. The chest piece itself was the same bone white armor its brethren shared, however that was the only armor it had, and on that piece was a black copy of the Schnee Family logo. And finally the eyes were that of a light-blue instead of the terrifying red that the grimm had.
There was only one thought that formed in my mind as I took in the reflection.
Is that supposed to be me?
