Hey guys, its Glad here with another continuation of All Good Things. I've been reading some of the comments and I'm super glad to have some feedback.
Jack Wayne: I think I see where you are getting at. I need to focus on the characterization on the characters and I do see that my writing is a bit bland in comparison to some other authors. I'm super appreciative that you took the time to give me that long review, although it started out a little disheartening lol. But I'm still grateful and I did ask for criticism. I'll try to take my time and work on my characters and such instead of being super straight forward, but I'm still very new to this.
HarenChikin: I'll work on that connection you were talking about. I have an idea on how to salvage on my previous mistakes last chapter to make their deaths seem more important then how it was written out. And as for the rushing the story too much, I'm working on that lol. After this chapter I think I'm going to start planning more and making an outline and such. Thanks for sticking.
Also ladies and gentlemen, I think it's important to say that I will not be including the fall of beacon. It's just too many plots and such for my tiny mind to comprehend. I hope that does not take away from the story too much, I'm trying to stay canon as much as possible but you gotta give me a break. I'll be creating my own plot that will branch off the main story line eventually though. Oh by the way, there will be some character pairings, although that's a secret right now.
AND WITH OUT FURTHER ADO... I don't own RWBY. If I did, Weiss would see the error of her ways ditch Neptune for Jaune.
Chapter 1: Four Years Later
Click. Click. Click. Click.
The sound of Glynda's boots against the concrete floor permeated the air .
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Stomping through the Beacon campus, Glynda had thin frown curling onto her face. All the students stumbled out of the way in order to move out of the lady's way. No student would dare incur the wrath of Beacon's most terrifying professor. Even the Beacon staff would turned the other direction at the sight of Glynda's approaching figure.
Glynda was a very unapproachable woman. Being one of Beacon's top rated teachers, she had to set an example to the students. This meant that she would expect nothing, but respect and order among all the students. Enforcing these standards automatically labeled her as Beacon's strictest staff member.
Glynda didn't use to be like this. All of the staff and most of the four year students remembered what she was like. She was the kindest lady one could ever meet. A lady so passionate about her job that she'd lay her life for any student. Someone who students could come to if they were having a bad day. But that was four years ago, before everything went wrong.
After reaching her destination, Glynda took a deep breath and pushed on a button to call forth the elevator. After waiting only a few seconds, the elevator doors opened with a high pitched ding and the regal professor took a step in.
While standing in the elevator Glynda couldn't help but think about the message she received on her scroll. Taking out her scroll, she reviewed over the most recent message that was sent only a few minutes ago.
"Glynda, please come to my office right now. We have some pressing matters to discuss."
-Ozpin.
This had to be an important debriefing. Important enough to summon her during the middle of a class. Glynda had to cancel her class short.
Almost all of the students were relieved that their most stressful class was canceled for the rest of the day, although a certain blonde brawler appeared to be a little peeved about the sudden halt of her current sparring match (which she was dominating at).
After about thirty seconds, the elevator finished its descent and opened with another high pitched ding. Taking a big breath, the woman composed herself and stepped into the office.
The room was the same as usual with all the repetitive ticking sounds from the clock tower and the turning of the gear mechanisms. Glynda couldn't understand how Ozpin hasn't gone crazy from all this disruptive noise, but this was Ozpin that she was thinking about. He had to have some form of self discipline if he was the headmaster of one of Remnants most prestigious huntsman academies.
"Ahhh welcome Glynda, thank you so much for coming to me at such as short notice. How has been your day?" a silver haired man welcomed sitting on a desk in the center of the room.
The man was tall and lanky. He wore a dark green suit that was complimented quiet nicely by his brown spectacles that rested on his knows and a lighter green scarf that hugged his neck. His presence brought out this enigmatic atmosphere around him.
Anyone who has met Ozpin would describe him with one word: mysterious.
"Good afternoon sir, you called me for something impor-" Glynda was cut off my the sound of Ozpin sipping at his mug.
A long drawn out silenced plagued the room as Ozpin raised his finger to finish his warm steamy beverage. This however made Glynda more impatient, but she made know effort to voice her troubles.
"Glynda, I asked you how you were doing. Couldn't you give your dear old friend the courtesy of letting him know about your day?"
"Sir with all do respect, I believe you said there are important matters to discuss. We shouldn't have to have the luxury of talking about our day or our feelings" Glynda said in a disapproving tone.
"I'm sorry Glynda, I'm just asking how you are fairing. Isn't tomorrow the four year anniversary?"
Glynda let out a small sigh and relaxed her stiff shoulders. Of course he'd bring it up.
"I suppose I've been," she took a pause to think of her words carefully, "on edge lately. It's hard knowing that my loved ones were violently killed and my godson's disappearance was four years ago."
It's because of that bastard, Nolan. If it weren't for him, none of this would've happened. How could he do this?
"But I'll be fine sir, I've been burying myself in work. Making sure the last minute issues of the upcoming festival are taken care of."
Another deafening silenced haunted the room. Ozpin's calculating eyes bore into Glynda's, making her flinch slightly. Ozpin would not let her pick up any hint on what he was thinking as he stared. Several seconds passed in silence until a frustrated huff was let audible.
"Very well, I trust you Glynda. If you are saying that you are fine, then I won't push any further." Ozpin finally said. "But I'm always here if you need someone to talk to."
"Thank you sir, I appreciate it." the professor sighed with relief. She'd been sighing a lot lately this week.
"I suppose you're right though, we have more important business to talk about." Ozpin said taking another pause to think about what he's going to say next," tell me Glynda, what do you know about the old story about Cain?"
"Cain?" Glynda repeated with a quizzical look on her face.
"Yes, Cain." Ozpin repeated. "Please. Explain to me about the tale of Cain."
Still unsure about where Ozpin was getting at, Glynda thought back to the old story and finally gave in to his request.
"Cain is said to be the spawn of the God of Darkness. When the two brother Gods created the humans, the God of Darkness created another human behind his brother's back. This human was specifically created to influence darkness with in the others hearts, making them more susceptible to evil. The name of his spawn was Cain. Cain was a great warrior, who killed many including a King and took his throne ruling over the newly created kingdom. This kingdom would slowly turn into Vale. Although Cain was suppose to guide his underlings to a darker path, he ruled over them fairly and instead of teaching them evil, he taught them the values of self independence and self value. He welcomed both light and dark within his kingdom. But sir, I don't understand why I would need to know."
"Do you think Cain was a hero?" Ozpin asked with his ever present mysterious voice.
Glynda was taken aback by his question. "I-I suppose so. Instead of giving into his father's wish for evil, Cain guided his own people to choose which path to take. Sure Cain's actions were bad at first, considering he killed and overthrew the previous king, but that king was a dictator. I suppose these are some of the cases were the end justifies the means."
"Interesting perspective on that Glynda." Ozpin casually stated.
"Sir why are you asking this?" Glynda pressed on getting frustrated with the Headmaster's refusal to answer her previous question.
"Always straight to the point I see," Ozpin chuckled lightly, but with a sudden change of demeanor his face darkened, " I believe we have another Cain in our hands."
"W-W-WHAT?" Glynda spluttered out.
"There's a circuit of villages that surround this city known as the Vale Frontier. Usually, we do not communicate with these villages because they're in the wild and they're isn't a CCT built around them. This leads to large number of bandit clans and Grimm packs to roam around the frontier. But those numbers have been drastically cut down in half."
"Someone has been killing Grimm and bandits?" Glynda asked incredulously.
"Indeed. At first the killings were very subtle and quiet, but with each passing week this fellow has been more brash and aggressive in his killings. He's only been working in the Vale Frontier to our resources' knowledge. This is a very interesting situation because it seems that all of the neighboring villages seem to praise him as a hero. No one has once heard or seen the man, they've only witnessed his work."
Ozpin took out a tablet from his drawer and pulled out a file full of pictures of the crime scenes. Glynda inwardly gagged at the sight. Pictures among pictures of dead bodies scattered among the ground. Grimms of all sorts infested the screen. Some were giant Nevermores and others were Ursa Majors. But what set Glynda's alarm the most were the sizeable amount of dead bandits lying on the floor. All have them had one thing in common. They had expressions of utter fear marking their faces.
"This...is something else..." Glynda was at a loss for words. The sight of all these dead bodies were completely unbelievable.
"The villagers are all in some agreement that this man is a hero of some sorts. They've given him the title of Cain." Ozpin smiled slightly amused at the reference.
"What should we do about this?"
"Well that's why I called for you. You see, although this man has been cleaning up darkness around the poor defenseless villages, he is still a vigilante. It would be bad for the general public to find out that there is a killer circling around the borders of the city," Ozpin said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Ah I see, you wish for me to observe the area and put an end to this Cain?" Glynda ask trying to see where the Headmaster was trying to get at.
"Actually no, that's not what I want," Ozpin answered back," I want you to lead a team RWBY and take them to the Frontier. I would like you to reason with the man. Try to find out why he's doing all of this. Also, why don't you invite him? I'd like to have a chat with our friend."
"What?" Glynda's eyes popped out from the shock, "Sir, you can not be seriously thinking that we could reason with a killer. This man is dangerous. We'd be better off apprehending him or even taking him out."
"Glynda, you aren't seeing the full picture," Ozpin sighed, "look at these pictures. No innocent life was killed. Only Grimm and bandits. It's clear to see that Cain has at least some sense of a moral compass. I'd like to meet him, maybe by chance we can change how he's going at things. I believe this man has a good heart somewhere buried deep in that cold persona that he has taken."
"I'm not s-sure if I still understand." Glynda couldn't believe her ears. Ozpin was just going to let a killer in his school as if there is nothing wrong about it. "How could you have so much trust in him? And why are you picking me?"
"Because I believe in you Glynda. If anyone can convince this man that he has nothing to fear, it's you. This man is just treading on the wrong path way. I believe you can push him in the right direction"
Glynda's cheeks reddened at the sudden praise she was being given. "Very well. Why should I lead a team of first years. Wouldn't it be wiser if we had third or fourth years accompanying me?"
"Ah well, as you may know this week is mission week for the third and fourth teams. Not many teams are available for the missions and for the teams that are, don't seem to have the talent that I see in our lovely team of first years.
This was true. Team RWBY has been the best team of all first years in over a decade. There hasn't been a team like that since her own years of Beacon. The era of team STRQ and her own team. LGON (Lagoon).
"Why are we even taking a team of students? Wouldn't it be safer if I went alone sir?"
"It'll be more safer if you go with students. Like I said, this man has some sense of morality. I believe he would be more on edge if he were to be opposed by a huntress of your caliber then he would be if a woman and four teenage girls approached him." Ozpin answered in a matter of factly tone.
That made sense.
"Very well, when will we be leaving? I still have to brief team RWBY on what the mission will be." Glynda asked.
"I'll take care of that. I'll summon the team as soon as you leave. And to answer your question, you will be leaving tomorrow at 0600 hours. There will be a bullhead that will take you to the nearest village of Ashton. There you will be briefed by our outside source on what they have on our friend. From what I have gathered, I think that they have a plan on how to track down Cain. Are there any further questions?"
"No sir." Glynda said with a shake of her head.
"Very well, I suggest you take the rest of the day off to pack and get some rest."
"Understood."
"Thank you Glynda, you are dismissed."
With a nod of her head, Glynda turned on her heels and walked back to the elevator where she made her exit.
Ozpin stared at her disappearing figure as she made her way to the elevator. When his vision of Glynda was finally obscured by the closing elevator doors, Ozpin let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. He thought back to the very recent conversation he had with her.
"And why are you picking me?"
Because if anyone can convince Cain to lay down his arms and change his deranged sense of justice, it'll be the only family member who he has left.
"This is going to be interesting."
Author's Notes: Okay that's chapter one done. It's a little short, but you get to see a little insight on how Glynda has been considering all of her loved are now gone and such and you get to see how Glynda will finally reunite with are dear old protag, Alan.
At first I was going to have some RWBY dialogue but i'm not confident I'll do their characters justice right quite yet. If anyone of you would like to send me a PM on some tips and tricks on how to write RWBY and JNPR that would be great. It was easy to write Glynda and Ozpin. All I had to do for Glynda was make it look like she had a stick up her ass and Ozpin would have his bullshit mysterious attitude.
Again I'm super grateful you guys took the time to read this. Please leave a review on what you think and (maybe hit follow and favorite ;D). Now if you excuse me I have to study for my stupid Anatomy test #fml
