The trek itself wasn't all too challenging, well… during my time at the forest leading to Vale, I did stick to the trees. Avoiding any contact with the local wildlife, both normal and dark. Using Grapple to my advantage, I zipped from tree to tree, enjoying the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I felt… free, there was no one around to see me using my powers, I was maskless, I felt young and carefree. What immensely multiplied the feeling, was the environment around me. One thing I immediately felt, is the fresh clean air, almost untouched by any sort of pollution. Unlike the very industrialized Dunwall or dusty city of Karnaca. The other thing I did realize was how much more vivid everything felt. At first it caught me off guard, and I cringed at how vibrant everything was. I'm certain that it was just me, as I came from a world that just felt naturally dark and gloomy. This was a new environment for me, not only a new environment to explore, but a new environment to adapt to as well, to get used to.

My little escapade ended once I reached the wall, the wall that separated the natural wilds from the urban environment. The wall itself is about, thirtyish meters high. On the wall, the base of it had one row of metal spikes piercing out, ready to impale anything. Higher above on the wall, there were rows of barbwire, and by the looks of it, small opening slits meant for guns to peak out and take shots. At the very top, were shields for the stationary weapons that looked ready to let loose. Overall, two thoughts came to mind. The first being that the army of Vale were very well equipped, better equipped than any militaries and guards from the Isles. But honestly, this world is just more highly advanced in all areas in life, than all of the Isles combined and multiplied. My second thought being that this wall is mostly impenetrable, namely for the Grimm.

But for a small, nimble and supernaturally gifted assassin such as myself, this shouldn't be as hard as any heavily guarded installation back at the Isles. But knowing the fact that this world is more advanced, I really should take precautions.

Before I made my move, I pulled out my single sling backpack, and took out the my incognito outfit. Doing a very quick change behind some shrubbery, and shooing away some curious wildlife, I was able to manage. Swiping my left hand across my face, my mask formed, shielding my identity from the world. Messily placing my casual outfit back into my sling backpack, I placed it back on, and once again took a quick glance at the obstacles.

First, find a window of opportunity. I see a few armed guards patrolling on top of the walls. With patience, I was just waiting until I could get a long enough opportunity to make my move. Finding a sizable gap in their peripherals, I took advantage of it and made my move. Using my power, I Stopped Time, instantly, the world faded into a dull grey atmosphere, reminiscent of the Void. I only had seconds to make my move, luckily it was all the time that I needed. Using my combined speed along with Grapple, I made my way to the base of the wall, exploiting the blind spot under them. Using my powers again, I resumed time, as I realized my journey to the base of the wall was quicker than I thought. Looking up, I knew climbing the wall would be an annoyance, remembering all those past jobs that required me to climb, from walls to the side of buildings. Taking a few steps away from the wall, I aim my left hand to the maximum height I could get, and shoot out the hook. I start to climb, doing my best to avoid the slits, but not all of them could be avoided. Only getting in the line of sight of the slits that were not currently in use. Luckily, using the helpful power of Dark Vision, I managed to scale the wall while simultaneously checking which slit had guards peaking through. Finally reaching the top, I didn't immediately climb up the platform on top of the wall, because I heard the guards scrambling.

"Heads up! Motion sensors picked up something! Be on alert, could be a old crafty Beowolf!"

"Go, go, go!"

I heard a rush of footsteps, running in specific directions. Wait… did she say motion sensors? That means… THEY CAN TRACK MOVEMENT?

"YOU! HANDS UP!"

I froze, this was going to be a tad bit tricky. Without even looking at the guard, I Stopped Time. Not taking the chance to waste time admiring the power, I use Grapple to get me on the platform where the guards stood. Without even looking at my sides, knowing the guards were reacting to one of their comrades spotting me, I ran across to reach the other side of the wall. Looking down, I was met with the sight of metal awnings, and a street lamppost overlooking a quiet street. No doubt because it was the early hours of the morning. Quickly making my move, I vaulted over the railing separating me from the steep drop, and landed on the awning. Using the awnings as my safe yet quick decent down, I reach the lowest awning, before I Grappled across to get on top of the lamppost. Not wasting more time, I jumped off the lamppost and landed on the streets.

*PLOP*

I slowly pant, as I carefully study my surroundings. I just entered the city of Vale. Right when I landed, the world returned to its normal bright colours.

"Where the hell did he go?"

"Look alive people! We got an illegal immigrant crossing us. They must be a huntsmen, no way someone can just disappear like that!"

"Move it people, go, go, go!"

Oh shit. Better not stick around, and better switch back into my casual outfit. I ran a bit before I found a alleyway. Making a sharp left into it, I was greeted with the familiar yet welcoming sight of dumpster bins. Opening the first bin, it was at max capacity.

"Oh shit, that smells delightful." I covered both my nose and mouth. Moving toward the second bin beside it, I find it spacious enough for me to do a quick change, so I climbed in. Although I have a feeling I'd smell awful after this.

"Spread out! Our alien must be around here!"

Great… well, more incentive to move quick, if my outfit fools them, my odour won't. Doing the quick change, I was able to manage, until…

*BANG*

Ow, my damn elbow hit the side of the bin.

"Huh? Who's there?"

Shit, one of the guards must have heard me.

"Come out with your hands up! You know, that was a cool disappearing act you did earlier, must be a real hit with the kids."

'Hit with the kids,' what in the void is that supposed to mean? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the familiar creaking sound of a dumpster bin opening.

*CLUNK*

And then the familiar sound of it being slammed shut. I heard footsteps heading to my bin, and I got ready to strike.

I saw the lid being opened, and once the opening was large enough, I acted. Forcing my hand out, I managed to grab what felt like hair, luckily that's where I intentionally grabbed. Violently pulling down, the guard's head impacted the edge of the dumpster.

*CLANG*

Instantly, my grip on the guard loosened, as I felt the familiar weight of an unconscious person. Popping out, I pulled the body into the dumpster, and jumped out, now dressed in my casual clothes. I swiped my left hand across my face, causing my mask disintegrate and showing my real face. Pocketing my hands, I made my way out of the alley and towards the street.

Not as empty as when I first glanced, some people were mulling about their own business. I even saw a few Faunus', and I also saw the strange looks other humans gave them, even some Faunus gave the humans the same look. Looks of disdain, distrust, and at worse, disgust, the racial tension was clear as day, as I only sighed at the sight.

"This is going to be annoying." I muttered, as I look around my environment more. Over the distance, I see my destination, the serene image of a modern day castle. I huffed, before I start walking to that general direction.

Luckily, my twelve hour study session in the void proved invaluable, and the helpful guidance of a friendly Faunus lady I bumped into on the way here, I knew what I was looking for. Well… I had a vague idea, just an image and some basic information. I arrived at a long building, surrounded by automotive vehicles called, 'cars.' Studying my surroundings, I had no idea how to get on board an airship.

"Which way am I supposed to go dad, I might miss the flight!"

A high pitched voice caught my attention.

"Ruby! Calm down! Yang texted me that she's on board, we just got to get through the registration, then you're all good."

I look back to find a short yet adorable girl in a red and black themed outfit, along with a red cape. She was exaggeratingly waving her arms around, looking like she was in a panic. In front of her was I'm sure is her father, as he was behind a car, struggling to get something out. He looked up and we made eye contact.

"Hey buddy! Can you come over here? I need your help!" The blonde man called out, gesturing me to head over there. I raise an eyebrow as I look behind me, to see if he was calling out to someone behind me. Then I look back, and used my right thumb to point at myself, while mouthing 'me?'

"Yeah you pal, come on! My daughter will miss her flight to Beacon!" Maybe I just found my ticket in.

Making my way over to the duo, I notice the girl looking nervously at her watch, then at me. When we made eye contact, she only gave me a small smile and wave, before glancing at anything that wasn't me. Shy… and silver eyed, interesting.

"Over here pal!" I turn my attention to the man, as both his feet were on said car, clearly trying to pull out a piece of luggage. "Here, can you just help me pull this stupid thing out? It's stuck!" He heaved, but it refused to budge.

"Come on dad! Just use your semblance!"

"Two things my little rosebud! One, I need to take in damage, and I doubt this kind man or anyone else wants to pick a fight. And two, I don't want to get another car!"

"But that was Yang's fault daaaaaad." The girl named Ruby hung her head a bit, a guilty smile on her face as she scratched the back of her head.

Not wasting time, I get a grip on the luggage. "Okay, on three. One, two, three!" We both heaved, trying to pull it out.

*Creak* *Creak* *Creak* *PLONK*

We pulled a bit too hard, as me and the man came crashing down.

"OOF!" And the luggage landing on my face.

"Oh, ha, ha! Sorry about that pal. Here let me help you." I move the luggage away, and was met with the sight of him giving me a hand. Accepting his helping hand, I stood up. "You don't talk much, do you?"

I shake my head. "No, not much." Then I remembered why I helped them. "Hey, listen, I just arrived here in Vale last night. I'm really new around here and I need to meet an old friend at Beacon. But I just don't know my way around. Can I shadow you two?"

The blonde man raised an eyebrow, yet his smile never ceased. "Shadow huh?" He looked at me, up and down. "You do look and sound like you've been around a lot."

I laugh a bit, just to keep up with his friendly nature. "Yeah, you can say that."

He slapped my back. "Heck yeah! My daughters are going to Beacon to be just like us! They make me so proud!" He wiped an imaginary tear away. "Anyways, sure thing pal, you helped me with the evil luggage, you can tag along. Or should I say…" He crouched down and pointed to his own shadow. "… shadow us, hahahaha!"

I heard Ruby groan. "That was terrible dad."

"But I know you love it sweetheart!" He bear hugged his daughter, as Ruby squirmed under his grasp. Where the fuck am I?

"Anyways, come on you two, let's catch that flight!" The blonde man led both me and Ruby into the airport. Inside the airport was huge, an arching ceiling, it architecture and design was truly unique compared to any of the buildings in the Isles. I have a feeling I'll be spoiled by my journey in Remnant, if I ever returned to the Isles. The long lines made up most of the manned stations, but instead, we trekked to the far right of the airport. We arrived at different area of the airport called 'Student Transportation and Beacon Academy Landing pads.' It looks like a much more accessible area than the rest of the airport, as there were a few colourful teenagers grouped up in the area.

"If you're wondering what this part is, this is a special area in the airport where students can easily get in Vale and to Beacon. All you have to do, is show them your student or staff ID, and you can enter Vale or await and board an airship to Beacon." The blonde father explained to me. I nod to him, as we continue to make our way through.

Eventually, we found an a manned stand that was luckily devoid of a long line.


Thirty minutes later we were off, and twenty-five of those being a very lengthy goodbye the blonde man gave to Ruby. Me and the young girl were now walking through the airport, looking for our so-called gate. As we walked the long, wide and not-very crowded corridors, I can't help but think about the girl next to me. She doesn't know she's a silver-eye, usually they found out the power they possessed fairly early on. I wonder how Ruby would react if I told her that she's naturally connected to the Void. They were basically walking Void artifacts, rare individuals with incredible powers, surpassing that of even someone like me. Back in the Isles, silver-eyed individuals would either be forcibly recruited by cults or covens, or eliminated with extreme prejudice by the Abbey and their overseers. I wonder if Remnant has something equivalent to the Abbey or the Brigmore Witches.

"So… I'm pretty sure you know my name, but um… I don't think me or my dad got yours. So…" I was brought out from my thoughts as Ruby asked for my name. I glance down at her, as she looked at me expectantly. She looked… fairly… adorable.

Name huh? I don't remember my name, ever since my exchange with the Outsider, hell I didn't even knew what I asked for, or why I even took it. All I knew was after that day, I had a hole in my head where my memories used to be. I knew I was taking too long, considering this is a question that should be answered quickly, I decided to be truthful… at least partially.

"Just call me Mr. Specter, okay?"

"Um… why did you take awhile to answer?"

"I know, my name is just strange."

"Oh… well, I like it." She proudly states as she smiled at me. I didn't know how to respond, so I just patted her head. In which she made a whining sound, while pouting.

Where the hell am I? Everything is too cheery for me, in contrast to the constant drab of the Isles. There are few moments that are rainbows and sunshine in the Isles, while here it seems plentiful and shared all around. This is something I definitely need to adapt to.

"There's our ride!" I look ahead to see a boarding passage, leading to a massive airship that I'm able to see outside.

Instantly, a flurry of rose petals blocked my vision. I wave them away, to find a trail of them leading to where Ruby was now standing, talking to the uniformed employee, and exchanging documents. They're probably verifying her, a problem that I'll be facing. Luckily, Influence is something I have, and I could tell their minds aren't very strong, considering how I easily got through the registration booth before getting here. Ruby finished her business and walks through the passage, she turns to face me, to give me a big smile and wave. I nod, telling her I understood, as I make my way to her.

The employee gave me a strange look, before taking two steps to effectively block my way. "Yes sir?" She asked politely.

"I'm heading to Beacon." I bluntly put.

"Sorry this airship is restricted to only new students and airship crew. You look too old, and not wearing any proper clothes to indicate you work here. Quite frankly, I don't even know how you got this far, so if you don't mind, I might have to call secur-"

Irritated, I used my left hand to snap my fingers, triggering Influence. Her eyes turn complete black, indicating me influencing her. "That will not be necessary. You gave me authorization to board this ship, I can enter without hassle, understood?" She merely nodded and moved aside, making me able to walk without further issues. When I was a safe distance away, I issued my last command. "Forget me." I snap my fingers on my right hand, ending her trance, and setting her mind free. Knowing that she would be confused for a few minutes, I make myself scarce and board the ship.


Serene, that's the word I'd use right now. The ship was on its flight to the illustrious Beacon Academy. I was leaning on the railing, overlooking the city of Vale. It was very large city, bigger and spacious then any back at the Isles. It looked perfect, not to mention the technological marvels this world has to offer, I'd live here instead of Gristol. Granted, I do still have things to take care of back home, namely my amnesia, and a certain kid I still call the outsider. Fuck, I didn't even ask what his real name is. Shaking my head to refocus, I just wanted to enjoy the view.

"I don't want to be the bees knees, okay! I don't want to be any kind of knees! I just want to be a normal girl with normal knees!"

Well, try to enjoy the view. In spite of the two overly excited sisters who show little to no resemblance, and the blonde idiot marking every trash bin as his. At least the outside world proved more impactful then the chaos in here.

"Breaking news! Vale immigration enforcement has released security footage and pictures of an illegal masked immigrant making it over the walls and into the city itself. Along with this, an unconscious officer was found near the entry point, and police suspects that this was the doing of the masked felon."

I turn to face the sound source, to find a picture of me climbing the walls into Vale. Apparently, news travels fast.

"If you manage to spot the individual, please do not attempt to engage them in anyway. Police is advising you to contact them immediately, as they suspect this person is a huntsmen. And if you know any other information, please contact police or Vale Immigration Enforcement. In other news, a robbe-"

Well shit, luckily my mask was on.


"And if you know any other information, please contact police or Vale Immigration Enforcement. In other news, a robbe-"

*PPPPPKKKKKKKKKKK*

"AAHHH, BART! THAT WAS HOT COFFEE YOU JUST SPIT OUT ON ME! AAAGGGHHHH!"

"THAT SYMBOL ON THE MASK MATCHES THOSE FOUND IN ANCIENT RUINS AROUND REMNANT! DOES THIS MASK FELON HAVE A CONNECTION? I MUST FI-"

"BART! MY EYES! EVEN IF THEY LOOK CLOSED ALL THE TIME! PROFESSOR EDGAR! HELP ME!"

"Hold still Port!"

Glynda only sighed, already getting a headache from the shenanigans of her co-workers. At one point, Ozpin jokingly said they should make it a show of some sort, also named shenanigans.

Most of the teachers were in the cafeteria, getting their breakfasts, and caffeine fixes. For Glynda, it was tea, as she struggled to get the events of her dream out of her head. She was having a good streak going, until last night. Making her current mood, easily irritable.

"Hey Glynda? You okay?" The friendly voice of her college and close friend, Professor J. Peach. Her flowing black hair, with one strip of her hair in the colour as her last name, and fair face that had the ability to make men's knees weak. But it was her desire to not seek any.

Glynda turned to her. "I'm fine Jess. Just another restless night. It's too bad, I was in a streak."

"You never told me what those nightmare are about." Jess said, as she took a bite out of a peach in hand.

"It's nothing really, nothing concerning. We are Huntresses and Huntsmen, we're bound to have certain memories and experiences that leave a bad taste." Glynda replied, taking another sip of her tea.

"Yeah, you got that right." They sat together in compatible silence, content in just letting the tiredness drain out. Until Jess turned to Glynda, a playful smile on her face. "Here, I almost forgot."

Jess placed down a pill bottle, containing a couple of pills. "Aspirin?" Glynda asked, as she picked up the bottle.

"For the migraines." Jess said proudly. Glynda gave Jess a look, before they both started to laugh. It was times like these that Glynda greatly appreciated, the staff here is like a close knit family. A family devoted to helping the younger generation ease into a dangerous life style. They needed each other's back when the pressure gets too much to bare, and it's friendly comradery like this that makes Glynda thankful for the colleges she has.

But much like anything else, all good things must end. Jess managed to control herself when she looked at her watch. "Oh crap, we only have ten minutes before the new comers show up and start wrecking the place. Good thing we have an awesome janitor. Right Glynda?"

"A janitor that teaches how to kick butt and how to look good while doing so, then yeah, I'm pretty good." She smiled.

"Its nice to see your hair down once every now and then Glynda. Remember to just have fun sometimes." Jess started to walk away, heading to her classroom.

Glynda didn't respond, feeling a bit conflicted about what her college had to say. She couldn't believe that a woman almost ten years older than her had given her such advice, surely she must know what they do here. But she knew that Jess wasn't wrong, but relaxation is a luxury these days. Before she could delve into it, she reminded herself of her duties as not only a teacher, but also Ozpin's assistant and second in command.

Speaking of Ozpin, she needed to report to him, and remind him that he needed to be in the Amphitheatre to welcome the new students.


"More nightmares?"

"Yes Ozpin. They're more of an annoyance now. I still can't make any sense of them."

The duo were riding the elevator down in Ozpin's tower. By now, the new students were making their way to the Amphitheatre, that or getting lost along the way. Even though the Amphitheatre was literally right across the landing pads.

"Anything new?" Ozpin asked, as he took a sip of coffee.

"No, at least, I don't think so." She tried to remember, but she already forgot the minor details of her dream.

"Remember to update the dream journal constantly, I know from personal experience that it helps, immensely." Ozpin smiled, as he reminded her.

"Yes, I'll remember Ozpin."

"Anything else you want me to know?" Ozpin asked.

She wanted to ask about that strange occurrence that happened on mountain Glenn. But to be honest, it really must have been a rare event, cause no other lightning was seen or heard proceeding it.

"Nothing that requires your attention sir." She responded.

Ozpin raised an eyebrow at her hesitance, yet he decided to not pry into it. He then made his signature move, and took another sip from his coffee. "Then let's welcome this new generation of Huntsmen and Huntresses. I have a feeling this year will be quite interesting."

"You say that every year sir."

"Yes I do, and I'm always pleasantly surprised."


The sound of students chatting to one another filled the massive room. It was enough to give Glynda a minor headache, luckily, Ozpin had the natural ability of silencing an entire room. There was a bit of a feedback from the microphone, before Ozpin begun his speech.

Ozpin cleared his voice before speaking. "I'll, keep this brief…"

At this point, Glynda decided to not entirely tune out Ozpin, as she wanted to examine the freshman present before her. It was the usual colourful bunch of students, all wearing their signature attires, with their personal emblems either stitched in their clothing, weapons, or both. Not every student had extravagant colours to them, some wore dark and drab clothes, showing their need for no attention. At the very corner, she spotted one student who she deeply felt sympathy for. If she remembered her name properly, Blake Belladonna, one of the few Faunus' in the room that had the desire to hide her animal traits. She narrowed her eyes as she spotted the Faunus girl looking back at her, before the teen shifted her gaze away from the stage. Poor girl, Glynda thought, as she kept scanning the crowd. She managed to spot Qrow's niece, or nieces, as Ruby only stuck close to her older sister. Their demeanour match perfectly to that of Taiyang and Summer, her heart pang when remembering Ms. Rose's late mother. Beside them was one of the celebrities choosing to attend Beacon, Ms. Weiss Schnee, the other celebrity being the Pyrrha Nikos. Speaking of the later, much like Ms. Belladonna, Ms. Nikos has opted to stay closer the edge of the room. To say the least, it was an interesting sight indeed. Last but not least, she spotted a tall and scraggly gentlemen standing near the front of the stage. What brought her attention to him, was that his signature blonde hair, blonde hair reminiscent to the Arc family. Then Glynda remembered the name Jaune Arc when looking through student dossiers and files.

Maybe Ozpin was correct, this year could potentially lead to a very interesting year. Between the celebrities and legacies present in just this room alone, she wondered if they'll all get along. Her eyes wandered to the door, checking to expectantly find late students sneaking into the orientation, but she was met with something, that made her whole world crumble, as if there's nothing left around her except her, and that man. A figure was leaning on the wall beside the door, his hardened gaze looking over the individuals in the room. But what shocked Glynda, was that his… face… match completely with the face of the man in her nightmares.

"Angela!"

"Why do you want to know my name?"

"I'm saving you both, just please stop moving!"

"Forever, you have my word, my guardian angel."

"Nonononono, please, Angela! Stay with me! Please, open your eyes baby please, please open your eyes! Please stay with me! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE! Not without you…"

"Ravian… my name is Ravian."

"... Glynda?"

"Huh?" Brought out of her sudden vivid flashback of her dreams. She turns to face Ozpin, his face mixed with expectance and worry. She looks over to find the audience also looking at her, along with the man, and a sudden yet subtle feeling of stage fright and embarrassment befalls her, as she quickly approaches the microphone.

"Um… you will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready, you are dismissed." With that, the student body starts making their way to the exit. Glynda can hear the student murmuring about not only Ozpin's speech, but her apparent strange behaviour. So much for first impressions, she thought, but she was still recovering from the shock and disbelief of the man standing at the edge of the room.

"Today doesn't seem to be your day, you seem very distracted Glynda. Are you sure you're okay?" Ozpin asked, but not receiving an immediate answer.

Glynda kept staring at the man next to the door. His medium skin toned face, black hair, sporting a light stubble and dark hazel eyes, staring back at her with a curious yet questioning gaze. She couldn't look away, too stunned about his sudden appearance from dream to reality.

To her luck, Ruby Rose passed by him, giving him an energetic wave. He seems to be acquainted with her, as he lets go of his gaze on her, to give a small smile and even smaller wave to the petite young girl. Being free from his gaze, she quickly turned to Ozpin, who seemed to follow her eyes and towards the man.

"Ozpin…" Her college now facing her. "… that man, do you see him?"

"That man? I noticed him while giving my very encouraging speech." His humour nor smile and sudden sip of his coffee didn't manage to cheer her up. Ozpin then returned to a serious expression. "Okay, what is it?"

Now feeling a bit anxious and unsure, she leaned forward to give him a whisper. "He looks exactly like the man from my dreams."

Ozpin leaned back slowly, as if he was trying to process this. He then turned his attention to the man, as did Glynda. They both see an very empty room, and the single man slowly making his way to the duo. His eyes trained only on Ozpin. Then the two teachers look back to one another, quickly thinking of something.

"It seems you too may share something. We'll have to discuss this later with this man. Although by looking at him, I'm getting an odd feeling, something I haven't felt in a long time." The disciplinarian nodded as they both turned to face the man.

The man stopped a few metres before the stage, his eyes still solely on Ozpin. A few tense moments passed, as no one decided to break the ear-piercing silence. It wasn't awkward by any means, it felt like the calm before the storm, the peace before the fight. As a Huntress and the combat instructor here in Beacon, she's all to familiar with this atmosphere. She had the sudden itch to reach for her riding crop.

It was then Ozpin who broke the silence. "I don't recognize you, and you seem to be a well-armed Huntsmen. May I ask who is our mysterious and unexpected guest?" His ever present light hearted tone never leaving him, Ozpin warmly smiled at the man before them.

The man only stared back at Ozpin, his eyes never seemed to ever blink. After a short moment of silence, he made his move. Slowly, he lifted his arms together, making the move to take off the glove on his left hand. Ozpin's breath hitched, his body tensed, his college noticed. Glynda looked over for a moment to find Ozpin staring down the man in front of them, almost as if he's expecting him to attack. Showing, distrust, maybe even disdain, she trusted her college with her life, and showed hesitance for the man before them. She couldn't help but keep her hand hovering over her riding crop.

Looking back at the man, he took off his glove, to show a mysterious mark she has never seen before. Well, until this morning, Glynda remembered the news, a masked man had the same mark on his mask, as of the mark on this man's hand. At least they'll be taking care of one problem from the news today. The mark itself, looks so alien to her. To the normal eye, it could be passed as a regular personal emblem. But if one were to look close enough, and have seen many personal emblems over the years, they would be able to see how this symbol, would be different. It looked alien, foreign, it felt; sentient, alive, and maybe even a little bit sinister, darkness radiating around the symbol. She suddenly felt this empty, cold feeling, an all powerful force, a creeping Void.

Ozpin then let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed. Not taking his eyes away from the man in front of them, Ozpin spoke to her.

"Glynda, if what you say is true, we have a lot to talk about." Ozpin stated, in a serious no-bullshit tone. Glynda couldn't help let her anxiousness consume her. Who was this man? What connection do they share? What is that mark?

It was at that moment, after taking his glove off, he placed it back on, and slightly raised both of his hands up, showcasing his intent. "I'm not here to fight or cause trouble." He stated, his arms up as if he's surrendering.

Ozpin narrowed his eyes, no doubt curious to why he is here. "Then why are you here? Did he send you here? How?"

The man looked around his surroundings, then turned his attention back to Ozpin. "I'm sure there is a place where we can get move privacy than here. But before you get suspicious, I'll tell you this; we share a common goal."

"What goal would that be?"

The man gave a small grin. "A common enemy, a Goddess."


It was silent on the elevator ride up to Ozpin's office. With the marked man standing behind Ozpin, beside him was Glynda, who grew increasingly uncomfortable about the whole situation and her close proximity. She took subtle glances at the man, taking in his appearance. Rugged, hardened, the way he just stared forward at the back Ozpin's head shows that he is a blunt and to-the-point type of person, as his eyes never seemed to wander. He looked like any grizzled war veteran or huntsman, Glynda assumed he must've seen a plethora of things in his life, as he looks to have a lot of experience. Possibly he could've seen the answer to her strange dreams, that's why he must be so prevalent in her dreams. Hopefully he could be the key of understanding them.

Then a thought occurred to her, would her nightmares actually serve a purpose in defeating Salem? Or would they just be something not related at all, the thought alone made Glynda feel, useless, against a literal threat of pure evil. It may sound foolish to think anything is actually pure evil, reality is far from what those fantasy books or movies portray. But Salem actually does have bad intentions in store, threatening the safety of all of Remnant, or so Ozpin says. The reason she was apart of Ozpin's inner circle, was due to her dreams, to suddenly discover that they were worthless in the fight against Salem, it would've felt demeaning to her.

"I remember we haven't had a more proper introduction, back at the Amphitheatre. I'm sure you know who I am, no doubt information provided by the Outsider. The woman next to you is another member of staff here in Beacon, and my most trusted advisor, Glynda Goodwitch." Ozpin said, turning his head to the side but not turning his body. Only part of him visible that wasn't his back was the left side of his face.

Being professional and formal, she turned to face the man, and offered a hand shake. "Pleased to meet you."

The man only slightly turned to her, with narrow eyes, and a raised eyebrow. "Witch?" He said, with a slight accusatory tone.

"She isn't marked by the Outsider, and she doesn't have an arcane bond on her as well. She is not a witch, it's just a name." Ozpin clarified, much to Glynda's confusion.

After a few moments, the man's face soften. He accepted Glynda's greetings, and firmly shook her hand. Then nothing, absolute silence took reign over the small environment of the elevator. Still facing the man, Glynda then raised an eyebrow, but mostly because of irritation.

"Do you not have a name?" She had to refrain from snarling those words out.

"Your guess is as good as mine. But for the sake of it, just call me Specter." The man said, not even facing her as he stared forward ahead.

"I sense a story behind that." Ozpin peaked up.

"A very short and lacklustre story, yes."

"Hm, I doubt an assassin such as yourself would have boring tales."

"Assassin? Ozpin is he an assassin?" Glynda burst, clearly not happy of who this man is.

"You seem to be one who is quick to assume and judge." Specter responded to Ozpin.

"I doubt you went through the hassle of finding and meeting me, just to pull a bunny from a top hat."

Specter huffed. "You'd be surprised, I do have some parlour tricks up my sleeve."

*Ding*

"We've arrived." Ozpin took a step out, and made his way to his desk, followed by the two after him. Specter looked around, clearly enamoured by the design of the office. It's skeleton design showcasing the inner workings of the clock tower, that also served as Ozpin's office. It certainly had a distinct flare to it, as he thought this was a design meant for the future, and not the current era in the Isles. They're way behind, and it also clearly shows in their architecture.

Glynda took advantage of Specter's distraction, as she made her way to her usual spot, behind Ozpin, back facing the view of the entire campus.

"Ahem." Specter's attention was brought back to Ozpin, who was waiting patiently there with the school's resident witch. He gestured Specter to take a seat, and he was about to before he stopped himself. He started to look around, and Ozpin could tell, he was just eyeing his environment, using his keen eye to search for anything wrong, hidden assassins lurking in the dark, a possible trap waiting to be sprung on him. Even though they had just meant, one cannot be too careful.

"There is nothing here Specter, please sit. If we wanted to neutralize you, we would've done it in the Amphitheatre, where we have more room and a home field advantage." Ozpin stated, a frown had formed. Specter only narrowed his eyes at the headmaster, and sat down. Yet his eyes still scanned everything he could see, everything on Ozpin's desk, on the teacher's person.

A moment of silence passed, before Ozpin decided to speak up. "Now, I believe we have matters to discuss. Most notably, two. Let's start with what I believe will be the quickest to finish." Ozpin looked at Specter to see if he had anything to say. Specter stayed silent, allowing Ozpin to speak. "So, the first matter is about how you arrived here on Remnant. How did you get here?

Specter seems to be hesitant, as he didn't lock his eyes to Ozpin's, and his face scrunched up a bit. After being deep in thought, he looked up at Ozpin. "There is an ancient relic up at the tallest peak of the tallest mountain. The closest point where the void touches this world."

Ozpin sat up right, with a look of surprise. "I was half expecting you to withhold this information." He inquired.

"The Outsider gave me your name, and whose side you're on. At least I know we can work together, friendly or not." Specter narrowed his eyes, staring down the headmaster.

Ozpin closely examined the man in front of him. "You seem to put a lot of trust in the Outsider."

Specter shook his head. "Not really, he gave me reliable information is all. You know the Outsider, always cryptic and vague. If he did not find you an asset in this mission, he could have easily not mention you, and I would be on my way. I can work alone as well."

"I see." Ozpin placed a hand on his chin, as he rested his elbows on his desk. "Then I'm pretty sure he pointed out that I don't think very highly of him."

"He did, but to be honest I don't give a shit."

"Watch your language." Glynda glared at the man. Only for him to glare back at her with the same intensity.

He turned his attention back to the headmaster. "Listen, I don't give a shit about past disagreements or old grudges, this mission is bigger than any of us. Even bigger than the Outsider, why do you think he sent me here in the first place? He prioritized my arrival and setup here over his Godly existence."

"Wait… what?" Ozpin's eyes widened a bit, leaning forward with shocked curiosity.

"You heard me, he's gone, well… not really."

"How so?" Ozpin leaned forward.

Specter seemed to carefully look at Ozpin. "I don't know if you knew, but the Outsider used to be human you know." Ozpin only gave him a nod. Specter took it as a sign to continue. "Well, he's human again, but that isn't the point here. The point is that we really are on our own right now, along with a handful of his bearers back in the Isles. And I don't even know if they are willing to help, other obligations and such." Specter continued to glare at the headmaster, his overall posture showing annoyance with his tense muscles, as his tone was intimidating, but wasn't yelling, to emphasize his argument. He then let himself relax, trying to actually convince Ozpin in the actual stakes. "I do not know what the Goddess is after, but I do know that her end goal is the Void. Imagine what would happen if she reached it, the damage she could do to the worlds connected by the Void, and the Void itself. Outsider is gone, we are the last line of defense against an impending apocalypse. We have to work together here, I understand your distrust for me and the Outsider, but we have a issue bigger than any of us."

Ozpin was eyeing Specter, before giving off a sigh, as he looked down. He was staring into his own reflection on his glass desk. "This was bigger than I thought, I didn't know Salem was after the Void."

"Ozpin?" Said man looked up to see a confused yet slightly nervous Glynda. "What is happening? What is Salem after? What is all of this?"

Ozpin only closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in, and then exhaled. Doing so made him at least slightly less overwhelmed, as the immensity of the mission was now fully realized. He knew Salem was after the relics to gain power and possibly wipe out all of humanity and Faunus kind as well. But to learn that the whole Void in it entirety was under threat, and the world's within it as well, more lives then they could have imagine were all in their hands.

He turned to face his adviser. "Glynda, I need you to stay here. I have to fill you in on information you need to know and learn. I'll see if I can get Ironwood and possibly Qrow to join in on a call, maybe even Lionheart if he isn't busy." Ozpin ordered, as he started up his computer.

"Ozpin, I have other work to accomplish. I also need to supervise the freshman in the ballroom."

Ozpin looked around, as his eyes landed on Specter. "Okay Specter, I'm willing to put aside the differences. Please do me a favour and go to the ballroom, and just supervise the initiates."

Specter gave Ozpin a look, before giving him a firm nod. "Seems simple enough." He turn to make his way to the elevator.

"I'll notify the secretary at the ground floor to escort you to the ballroom. You'll be finished once Ms. Goodwitch here picks you up, and she'll escort you to where you'll be staying. As of our mission, we'll continue to discuss it tomorrow, it's a new school year, with it comes a lot of paperwork." Ozpin spoke up, making sure Specter heard him. The only indication that Specter gave him that told him he heard, was a firm nod.


"It's like a big slumber party!" Yang dived onto her sleeping bag beside Ruby. Both wearing their pajamas, as Ruby just kept writing on her notepad.

"I don't think dad would approve of all the boys though." Ruby kept her attention to her notepad.

"I know I do." Yang purred, as she stared back at all the shirtless boys. Clearly they were only shirtless to nab the attention of all the girls. Then a blonde boy in a onesie casually walked by, ruining her view.

Yang moved her attention to one boy in the corner, with magenta eyes and a strand of pink hair. He looked like he was trying to focus his attention at something on the second floor, while the orange haired girl beside him was talking his ear off. Growing curious, Yang looked at to where he was staring at, to find a familiar looking man patrolling around second floor, looking down at the students, supervising them. Yang then realized, it was the same guy who accompanied Ruby at the airport, and the one who everyone passed when leaving the Amphitheatre.

She nudged her younger sister. "Hey Rubes, isn't that the guy who tagged along with ya at the landing pads? What was his name? Mr.-"

Ruby stopped what she was doing. "Specter?" She looked up to find him. "Oh yeah, he is. Though... I don't know why he's up there."

"What'd you mean?" Yang kept her curious eyes on the man.

"He'd only said he be here to see someone. Then all of a sudden he's acting like a teacher?"

"Maybe said friend was Ozpin, I don't know. But I don't mind the eye candy." Yang once again purred. Only to be interrupted by a pillow hitting her face.

"Ewww, gross Yang, he's like dad's age! Maybe even older!" Ruby turned back at Mr. Specter, to find a horrifying sight.

"Relax Rubes, I was kidding. But he does look pretty good, no denying it."

"Yang! Yang, Y-Y-Yang, Yang, Y-Yang, do you see that?" Ruby was tapping on Yang's body every time she said her name.

"S-Stop it Ruby! What is it?" Yang slapped Ruby's hands away, making room for her own movement.

"Yang? Do you see what he's holding?" Ruby asked her older sister.

Yang squinted her eyes at Mr. Specter, only to find him staring at his hand. "Yeah I see that Ruby."

"THEN WHAT SHOULD WE DO?!" Ruby exclaimed a little too loudly.

"Jeez! Ruby relax! I was gonna say that he's holding air. Relax Ruby, I think you're just a bit stressed and tired." Yang reassured her, as she started to rub Ruby's shoulder.

"What in the world is going on over here? Don't you realize some of us are trying to sleep over here?!" The resident ice queen marched up to the sisters, only to realize who she was speaking to.

"OH not you again!" The brawler and heiress said in unison. Until the reaper shushed them both.

"Sshh! Guys she's right! People are trying to sleep!" Ruby reminded them.

"Oh! Now you're on my side?" The heiress shot back.

"I was always on your side!"

"Yeah! What's your problem with my sister? She's only trying to be nice!" Yang sisterly instincts kicked in, as she moved to hug said younger sister.

"She's a hazard to my health!"

*CLAP!*

All of a sudden, they all heard the clap of a shut book. The three turned to the source, to find a familiar shadow in her black yukata, holding a book while laying down.

"Please drop whatever you're arguing about, and just go to sleep. The last thing everyone in this room needs is more arguing." With that she blew out the candles next to her, and proceeded to lay down.

With a huff and no other words, the heiress stomped her way to her own bed roll. With a glance, both sisters nodded and laid down on their sleeping bags.

"Goodnight Yang."

"Night Rubes."

With that, followed Yang's signature heavy snoring. Only to be soon out outmatched by an orange haired girl at the other side of the room.

Unfortunately, Ruby couldn't shake the imagine that first made her react that way. She could be sworn she saw Mr. Specter holding… a heart.


Well… this is pretty uneventful. To be fair, what else was I expecting? Babysit a bunch of kids, making sure none of them start getting some raunchy ideas. I was just doing rounds on the second floor looking down, where I can get a better view of the majority of the student. Some students decided to sleep on the second level, preferring to be alone, or were more shier then the rest. At least I could keep them where I can see the as well, if I did my rounds at the ground floor, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes on them.

I also used to chance to examine the younger generation of this world. All colourful in their own way, a stark contrast to The Isles, where only the aristocrats and royalties we're able to wear such colourful and extravagant apparels. Dyes are expensive, so many commoners mainly wore drab colours, saving their own colourful clothes for special occasions. One other thing about their clothes, is that they seem to be comfortable wear very little of them. Even outside sleep wear, many students both males and females, were comfortable about showing their own skins, and it seemed socially accepted as well. By the void, even some of the courtesans in the Golden Cat wore more clothes then a number of students here. But I do admit, sleeping with minimal clothing does feel comfortable. If one were listening in to my thoughts, I am not implying I had ever had coitus with another, I just happen to sleep without clothes from time to time. Come to think of it, this train of thought is very inappropriate, considering the company around me, moving on then.

Literally, I back away from the railing I was leaning on, and start to walk around. I felt like a regular guard in Karnaca, or even Dunwall, now I'm paranoid someone was sneaking up from behind me, or above me. Shaking my head to dissuade the thoughts, I continue my trek forward. Ahead I see a clique of students casually conversing with one another as they walk. Couldn't help but notice the colour schemes of their hairs. Blue hair, green hair, teal, violet, and mahogany, some also had unique hair patterns, such as hairs changing colour by the end, or only stripes of hair being a different colour. Heck, following that group of students, another student with vibrant red hair was about to pass me.

*Thump, thump.*

"What the?"

I look down at the secure pouch to find the empty heart. I take it out, thinking that maybe it wasn't as empty as I thought. Luckily, no one but those having the connection to the void can see the heart.

I gently squeeze it. "Hello?" Nothing, once again. I repeat my previous action. "Answer me." Not even a little assertiveness can bring out anything from the heart. I could've sworn I felt and heard a slight heart beat.

"Specter!" I heard my name call out, to find the stern adviser approaching me. "We're all good, and you should be too. If you follow me, I will esco-"

"THEN WHAT SHOULD WE DO?!"

Glynda flinched, as we both looked down, go find a certain rosebud and heiress 'talking' to one another. In unison, we turn back to one another.

"As you were saying?"

Glynda sighed in annoyance. "I will escort you to where you'll be staying."

Before I gave her an answer, I did a quick glance around my surroundings, trying to find the source of the sudden activation of the heart. Only to find nothing, but a few students walking around, and getting ready for the curfew. I turn back to the teacher.

"Lead the way." She nodded, and started walking through the way she came from.

It was night time, and everything looked extremely well-lit by the… the… t-the, shattered moon?

A shattered moon, something every scientist and philosopher back in the Isles would dissuade. It had a strange beauty to it, like how one would look at a work of art, maybe because it just felt so, other worldly. "Wow, I really am in another world. A shattered moon, yet everything still feels the same." I couldn't help showing my awe, it looked… breathless.

"Shattered moon? You mean your moon back from where you came is… whole?" Glynda asked, slightly slowing down, but kept a steady pace.

"Yes, it is. I remember speaking with astronomer at the Academy, he was studying the moon. In short, some of the normalities we take advantage of is because of our moon. So take it away, or if it's ever damaged to that extent," I point at the shattered moon. "It will severely disrupt things like gravity and so forth." Esker Lemberg, if I remembered his name properly. Still owes me coin for that one contract I did for him.

"That sounds… interesting. I forgot that you were from another world, that alone is quite an overwhelming thought." Her head was slightly turned to me, but her eyes still locked forward.

"Don't think too much of it. The Isles are way behind in terms of technology and social reform. It'll take time for me to adjust to these new... ways."

"Well, we don't fare as well as you may think. Magic here is almost non-existent, unlike where you came from." We kept a steady pace.

"So aura and semblances are not considered magic?" I curiously ask.

"No, well, not really I suppose. But mainly, no. It is a manifestation of one's soul, with the user able to manipulate it in various ways. Are you following me?"

"Literally or figuratively?" Couldn't help it, as I smirked.

"Har, har, Specter. I didn't realize you were one for jokes." Glynda said, as she kept looking forward.

"Only when the opportunity shows itself. But back to your question, its both. Before I got here, I manage to get a basic summary of how this world ticks. I really could use more studying or even some guidance by others, so my transition into this world would be smoother."

"I see, luckily Ozpin thought ahead. I'll be tasked in helping you understand Remnant. Along with another teacher, although I don't know who'll that would be."

"Thank you, I really appreciate that." We continue to walk in silence, before I remember to make something clear. "For the record, magic is not as common as you may think in my world. The ruling religious order deemed in forbidden and heretical, and I'm inclined to agree."

Glynda then turned to face me. "Wouldn't that be hypocritical to yourself?"

"Yes, it would. But one, I do agree that the magic in our world is more or less dark magic then anything. A lot of it only causes death or suffering, my powers included. But then again, their way of enforcing it is in a morally grey area, so there really isn't a right or wrong, just survive."

Glynda just looks at me, looking wary, but also worried about something too. Maybe its me or the people in my world, it could happen to just be both. Then she narrows her eyes at me. "Well, Ozpin did state that the fact that you're here, means you are one of the most deadliest person here on Remnant. With the majority of those bearing the mark being witches, assassins, mercenaries, and criminals."

"He isn't wrong, our magic does damage, and only benefits the wielder, and those around them. What else has Ozpin told you?"

"Well…" Glynda then turns to continue walking. "… only the necessary information that is related to our mission here on Remnant. The Void, the Outsider, those he gifted his mark to, and certain artifacts. It's, quite frightening to think that much power given to someone, for them to end up become killers."

"It is, that's why I'm inclining to agree." We continue to walk through the campus, finding ourselves in the teacher/guest dormitories. Once inside, we went up an elevator, and reach the top floor.

"Your living quarters is right next door to mine, considering the fact that it's my duty to also babysit you. Try not to be a hassle, please, I also have to school to maintain." She said, as we came up to a door on the right.

"No promises. Wait, living quarters? Is this where I'll be for the duration of my stay?" I look curiously at the woman.

"Ozpin will explain tomorrow." She reached for her pocket to retrieve a small rectangular piece of metal, which opened up to reveal a glass pane that illuminated words. She reached over to the door handle with the device.

*Beep* *Shlick*

I hear the door being unlocked. Quite an elaborate key.

"This is a scroll. Right now, just use it as a key to your door." She handed me my scroll. "Tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up at six sharp, be ready by then."

A scroll, I remember that from my short studies in the Void! Being able to house hundreds of books, although I don't know how to use it right now. I'll ask Ozpin tomorrow. "Thank you." I nod to her.

She nods back. "If you need me, I'll be in the other room. Right now, goodnight Mr. Specter." She walks away to her door before I could respond back.

"Goodnight… I guess." I open my door, and enter.


"You know, that day we met, I have never been that scared, in my life. Even when you swooped in to save me, I was terrified of you." He paused for effect, he's always been like this. "Then, we got out, you helped me recover, we talked, we stuck together for years, and then we fell for one another. To this day, I still thank any cosmic power that I met you that day, my guardian angel." He stops to look at her. "Its no surprise that my guardian angel's name is Angela" The man starts to giggle, as the woman lightly hits him.

"Hey, I can't receive all the credit. In the years that followed, you saved me as well. You were there for me when I was at my lowest, when I was alone. You told me stories when I felt bored or afraid. You always reassured me that you would never leave me, and you didn't. You were always there, when I needed you. I know this all sounds like something from a play or book, but they're all true." Then the man started to laugh a bit, and the woman turned to face him. "Oh ha, ha, when I try to be sincere, you just laugh at me." The woman pouted.

The man waved his hands to her, as he calmed down from his guffaw. "No, no, no, it isn't that. It's just, I can say the same thing about you Angela. Why'd you think I keep calling you my guardian angel?" He tightens his hold around her.

"Fuck… we saved each other I guess, and its because of you Ravian. Its because of you, that I'm the happiest I ever been in my life, you gave me, a reason to live, you're apart of that reason too." The man takes his hand, and gently caresses her cheek. The woman closes her eyes, withering against his pleasurable touch.

"I recently gave something a bit of thought, and I'm happy to say that, there is no one else in this godforsaken world, I'd rather be with, than you." The woman opens her eyes, shocked by the statement, as tears instantly brewed. "Angela, I lov-"

He was interrupted by the woman, as she pressed her lips on his. Engaging in a deep, passionate kiss, for as long until they needed to breathe once more. Both then stared at one another, panting to catch their breaths, yet looking lovingly at each other's eyes. Content in the silence and soothing presence brought by the other. "I love you too." She smiled as she starts to giggle a bit. The man couldn't help but laugh with her, as their excitement grew from each other's sincerest and heartfelt confession.

Their urge to express their love grew, as they once again passionately kissed. Unbeknownst to the couple, they somehow managed to get themselves in their bedroom. Leading to the man being pushed onto the bed, and the woman climbing onto him.


"Right? What was I thinking? But still, I hope we end up on the same team, together!" Was what Ren heard through the muffling of the pancake. Nora then slurps up the entire pancake. "OOO, we should come up with some sort of plan, to make sure we end up on the same team together! What if we bribe the headmaster? No, that won't work, he has the school." Nora then stops talking to look at Ren, who stopped slicing his pancakes to look at the man sitting across the blonde combat instructor. "Ren? You've been staring at that guy for awhile. Not into girls?"

That caught him off guard. "Wha-what? Nonononono." Flustered, Ren returned his attention to his pancakes, hoping that would convince her otherwise.

Nora just slapped him on the back. "I'm just teasing you Renny! Although if you were, I wouldn't know what to do with myself." Nora mutter that last sentence under her breath.

"What?" Ren looked at her.

"What?" Nora replied too quickly with wide eyes. Then they just awkwardly stared at each other for a few minutes, before Nora decided to change the topic. "So… what is up with you and that guy over there? You've been really giving him the death stare."

Reminded, Ren looked at the man once more. Nora followed his lead. "There's just something off about him. I… feel it, something not completely natural. I don't know, but I don't want to assume when I haven't met the man, it's rude." Ren replied with caution in his voice.

"Oh okay, I guess he does look a bit intimidating. But he is easy on the eyes too…" Nora said in a flattery voice. The stoic ninja swiveled his head to her, giving her a raised eyebrow. "… not that I trust him! Nonononono! You look way better than him! Way, way, WAY better than him. Hehe…" Nora trailed off, a blush entering setting in. Ren blushed as well, as they both returned their gazes to their forgotten pancakes. Well to Nora, it was an empty plate.

But Nora couldn't help take a second look at the man in question. She's seen those eyes before, and that the man had clearly seen things. The eyes of an aged warrior, who still has a lot of juice in him. But she couldn't help but be anxious as well, as she stared with suspicious eyes at that strange man.


"For years, you have trained to become warriors, and today your abilities will be evaluated in the Emer-"

Tune out, I stare out at the Emerald forest. There's a certain beauty when it comes to a forest like this. The natural wild life, the green of the grass and trees, the various colours of flowers and breeze upon your face. It's a sort of scenery that, while isn't lacking in the Isles, it definitely doesn't have the same punch.

Speaking of punches, an elbow brought me back in.

*Plop*

"Ow."

"Focus."

"Did you have to elbow me that hard?"

"Yes."

"WHAT?!"

I turn to find Ruby looking grief stricken, I wonder why?

"After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything on your path… or you will die." Ozpin coldly remarked, as some students visibly gulped.

I lean over at Glynda. "What did Ozpin say before you elbowed me?"

I hear her irritated sigh, as she begun to explain the initiation. "Students will be launched into the forest, first student they see will become their partner. Together, must find a ruined temple with relics to collect. Then rendezvous at the northern end of the forest."

I gave her an understanding nod. "Ah, I see. Wait… launched?"

*Creak, creak* *FFSSHHOOOO*

The Schnee gets launched into the forest. Followed by other students. I once again lean towards Glynda. "Aura, right?"

She nods. "Correct, and landing strategy as well."

"WOOO HOOOOO!" Ruby's sister starts soaring through the air.

"And if one doesn't have their aura, nor a landing strategy?" I asked.

"So, what exactly is a landing strateGGYYYYY…."

"Then they shouldn't even be attending this Academy." She coldly states, as she turns to face the Emerald Forrest.

Ozpin takes a sip of his coffee, as he stares at the falling students in the distance. "Good morning Specter, how was your sleep last night?"

"Comfortable, although I didn't sleep much. But thank you for the exquisite room." I responded, and it was true. Rather large, spacious, clean, very luxurious. I know some aristocrats that would kill to have such an abode. I would know, they've hired me.

Ozpin slightly raised an eyebrow. "Been plagued by nightmares?" He asks.

I tilt my head from side to side. "You can say that. Been plagued by dreams that are connect to each other, somehow." I notice that both teachers gave each other a subtle glance, interesting, but not important right now. "Anyways, is there a reason why I am here as well?"

"Oh yes, well, I need you to see how we fight here on Remnant. I know where you came from, aura and semblances don't exist, and I have no doubt that at some point in your visit, you will have your aura unlocked." Ozpin explains.

I nod. "I see. Being teachers and clear experts in aura manipulation, can't one of you unlock my aura?"

I notice that both Ozpin and Glynda share a glance, before Glynda turns to me. "Not that we're opposed to doing that. It's just, unlocking another's aura is a rather intimate gesture. Usually done by a parent to their child, or by two… u-um… close people." She nervously explained.

"Oh… I see."

"Not that we're opposed to do so, the act itself is just very, um…"

"Sacred." I finish her sentence, understanding their hesitance. She blushed, and turns her back on me, focusing her attention towards her tablet.

"Right, Specter I would recommend that you watch the student's progress. You can watch in either my own or Glynda's screen. Tell me if there anything you want to speak about, but otherwise, we are currently busy." Ozpin changed the subject, as he then moved closer to the edge of cliff, with his cane and own tablet in hand. I look to my right to find Glynda still watching her own tablet, the fact that she's closer, I decide to watch through her screen.

Walking up, I tap her on the shoulder. Her head peaks up, as she turns to me. I gesture the device, and she nods, moving the device in the middle, in-between us, with each of us holding one end.


Glynda walks up to Ozpin, with me trailing behind.

"The last pair has been formed, sir." She taps on looks at her device. "Nora Valkyrie and Lie Ren, poor boy… I can't possibly imagine those two getting along."

"So that's his name, interesting." I say to myself, but was heard.

"Something wrong Specter?" Glynda turns to me.

"Nothing to concern yourself with. Boy's been giving me a dirty look ever since I've arrived. Wonder what's that about." I shrug it off, as I keep staring at the forest below. Hearing the occasional gunshots and explosions. The way these student fight are, exaggerated to say the least. Doing flips, special elaborate moves, wasting their energy in doing unnecessary gestures or movements that are purely for show. Well, I guess that's what you get when you have something like aura and semblances.

Glynda only nods and returns her attention back to her tablet. Switching the view to that same kid who kept vomiting on the airship to Beacon, along with that same vibrant red head I passed last night. "Still, Mr. Ren is probably better off than Ms. Nikos."

"Mmm." The only sound Ozpin made, to show that he's listening.

"I don't care what his transcripts say, that Jaune fellow is not ready for this level of combat." Glynda puts down her tablet and steps back to her right, standing beside me. "I guess we'll find out soon enough. At their current pace they should reach the temple within just a few minutes." She looks back at Ozpin. "Speaking of which, what did you use as relics this year?" Ozpin did not say anything, as he kept watching his tablet. "Professor Ozpin?" Glynda asks again, and was still met with silence.

I gesture the blonde teacher to pull up her device. "Lets see what caught his attention." I yawn before I sighed in frustration. "Note to self, need more coffee."


Occasional small airships called 'Bullheads,' would often come and go in the Emerald forest. Ozpin explained that they are merely picking up the students that are finished their initiation. As such, we just finished watching the impressive display of eight particular teens fighting two rather large Grimm. What both Ozpin and Glynda called a Nevermore and a Deathstalker.

I walk up to Ozpin, as he continued to watch the remaining students reach the Northern end of the forest. "So, after all the students are done, we really should discuss our future plans in combatting The Goddess. I assume you informed the necessary people about my presence?"

Without turning back, he responds. "While yes, I have done that. We still need to form the teams of four. It's a ceremony that we'll all attend. Afterwards, we'll start planning our necessary steps in our battle against Salem."

I let out an impatient sigh. "The sooner the better Ozpin."

"Patience Specter, I understand but there are other tasks that need to be attended to. They may not seem as important as Salem, but they need to be looked at." Ozpin then walks up beside me, moving his tablet in-between each other. "What do you think Specter? About how we fight?"

Looking at the device, I see various images and recordings of various initiates fighting, all in various ways and using various styles. "Very flashy, like for show. Wasting precious time and movements for unnecessary gestures."

"These younglings are still initiates, and are still starting their time here in Beacon. That'll change, but anything else you can critique?"

I look back at the previous fights of all the students, and besides the 'style over combat,' there is something they all share in common. "They're overly reliant on their auras. I know for a fact that aura is not infinite, and enough hits can drain ones aura. I wonder what happens if their all out?" I thought out loud.

Ozpin look up at me, and gives me a smile. "That's a question that will be answered soon, after the ceremony."

Glynda walks up to us. "Ozpin, the last of the students are currently being picked up. I suggest we head back to the Amphitheatre for the team formation ceremony."

Ozpin looks at her. "Thank you Ms. Goodwitch, let's make haste." Ozpin then turns to me. "Come on Specter, we wouldn't want to be late."


The ceremony was very interesting to say the least, which says a lot actually. The members of team CRDL remind me of the spoiled sons of the aristocrats in Dunwall. I remember Corvo telling me how infuriating it was to watch all those aristocratic men asking for the hand of the Empress. That alone left me with a bad taste in my mouth about team CRDL. Next was team JNPR, led by Jaune Arc. I will not lie, I do agree with Goodwitch when it came to his combat abilities. But one thing I do see in him, is a lot of potential, hopefully his newly founded team will help him in his journey to the top. Last but not least was team RWBY, led by none other than Ruby herself. Seems pretty narcissistic to have her team named after herself, but no one seems to be upset by it. Except for her partner, the ever so elegant Weiss Schnee, the heiress. Her elegance and title reminds me of young Emily Kaldwin. Great, now every I see Lady Schnee, I always see that fun fifth-teen year old who always wanted to escape her duties of Empress. Now, I can't get the image of Emily out of my mind, especially with the fact that she made me her honorary uncle. Damn I miss that kid, now all grown up to be the Empress of the Isles. Maybe after this, I should pay the two a visit, maybe even take up Corvo's offer.

"Hey Mr. Specter."

I was brought out of my musings the find said team RWBY approaching me, with their tiny leader calling out to me.

"Evening there Ms. Rose, congratulations on your title of team leader." I greet her and her team.

Ruby looked a bit flattered yet nervous. "Yeah… I didn't see that one coming." She sounded much more timid then the last time we spoke, which is rather strange. We already met.

Then her older sister lightly punches her in the arm, and proceeds to hug her again. "Non-sense little sis! You're the perfect team leader."

I couldn't help but hear Lady Schnee grumble in annoyance. I look at Ruby's older sister. "I believe we haven't met before. You can call me Mr. Specter."

The blonde brawler looks at me with a big smile. "Names Yang hot stuff, Yang Xiao Long, you can drop the formalities." She said, her smile never wavering. She slaps her hand on mine, and proceeds to exaggeratingly shake my hands.

"Pleased to meet you Ms. Xiao Long. Although I do have to ask, Ms. Rose states that you two are sisters, how is it possible to have a different last name?" I asked, receiving hesitant looks.

"Its… um… a long story." Yang states, clearly uncomfortable about the question. Seeing their discomfort, I decide to no longer pry. "But anyways, sorry of my little sis over here seems a bit more nervous than usual. She thought she saw you holding a heart last night! Just like that game, 'FATAL FIGHTER'!" Yang roar, as she pumped her fist forward, and made a grabbing gesture, before retracting her hand. She then simulated a beating heart upon her hand. "LETHALITY!"

Shit, forgot about Ruby being a silver-eye. I need to be much more careful next time I pull the heart out. I look over to Ms. Rose, and crouched down to her level. "Don't worry Ms. Rose. I'm sure you were just seeing things. If I remember correctly, you had a tiring day yesterday, the transition must've have been a bit rough. But right now, you should be celebrating, a new team means new friends." She seems to brighten up, as she smiles warmly at me.

Forgetting about the rest of her team, I look over to the young woman in white. "You must be Lady Weiss Schnee, the heiress. I never knew I was in the presence of royalty." I slightly bow down at her.

She looked flattered, as I see manners overriding her as does a curtsey. "Finally some proper recognition. But sadly no, it's not really royalty, it's merely just a title. I am the successor to my father's company."

"FATAL FIGHTER, BEGIN! WWWOO CHA!" Yang did a chop in Ruby's head, as she then started humming a catchy theme song.

"Owwwwie! Yaaaaaannnggg..." Ruby then tackled her older sister, as they started to play fight.

Yang and Ruby continue their small debacle, which I could see irked the heiress, seeing their uncouth behaviour. While the two playfully fought, I look over to the last member of the team.

I reach a hand out to her. "And Ms. Belladonna, correct? It's a pleasure to meet you." Did her bow just twitch?

"Its nice to meet you too Mr. Specter. If you don't mind me asking, you don't look like a teacher here, why are you here?" I'm not seeing things, her bow did twitch.

"Um… originally I was here to meet an friend here in Beacon. But obviously, plans do change so after the ceremony, in about a few minutes, I'm heading to a meeting." I then look at her bow, trying to find out why it's moving on its own. The only reason I could find that was rational was if she was a Faunus. Interesting, can't hurt to check.

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Seeing her outline with every pulse, I was able to make out her cat ears being covered by her bow. It's a sad reality when you have to disguise yourself in such a manner in fear of judgement, unfortunately I do understand her predicament. That didn't stop me from narrowing my eyes at her, staring at her bow.

"I see…" She responds, as she looks suspiciously at me. I look down at her, then at her bow. She looked as if she caught on, as she her eyes open wide with shock, mouth agape and trying to say something. She looked as if she was desperately searching for an excuse of some sort.

But before she could say anything, Ruby came in. "Alright team, we still have a lot of luggage to unpack, most of it being Weiss'! Let's not waste anymore time!" As if to emphasize her point, she grabs Weiss' hand, and starts dragging her away against her own will.

"Unhand me this instant you dolt!" Weiss uselessly starts slapping Ruby's grip on her.

"Come on Blake, stop fantasying about Mr. Specter, you can do that after unpacking! We're a team now, and we can't be left behind!" Yang exclaims, as she followed her younger sister's lead and grabbed Blake's hand. But instead of complaining, Blake just kept her eyes on me, still in shock as if questioning the effectiveness of her disguise. No doubt her and that boy Lie will be keeping an eye on me.

"A unique bunch, are they not?" Glynda suddenly appears by my side, reading my thoughts word for word.

"Indeed, do you know about Ms. Belladonna being a Faunus?" I curiously asked.

"We did, but we can't control her actions. If she feels safer that way, let her, much to the staff's dismay." Glynda explains, as she looks at her scroll. "Come on Specter, meeting starts as soon as we arrive." She starts go walk away, as I soon follow suit.


"Ozpin, I don't trust him." Ironwood said, his hologram appearing above Ozpin's desk.

"As I suspected." Ozpin deadpanned as he then sipped on his coffee.

"I believe I'm in the right in this one. If what you say is true about him, I mean, no man should have that much power in him. No less magical power, he can be potentially as dangerous, or even more so, then Salem herself!" Ironwood expressed his concerns over the new player on the board.

"At least I'm on your side General." Specter retorted, standing behind the guest seats while also gripping them. Glynda was at the side of Ozpin's desk, just pacing side to side, while Ozpin remained calmly seated on his desk.

"At least you're on our side? We're you considering joining Salem?" Ironwood struck back with venom laced in his voice.

"That is not what I m-"

"Can't you see Ozpin? What if he's actually working for Salem? What if he has his own agenda? He's already a wanted man by Vale's Immigration Police! Do you even believe his pathetic amnesia story?" Ironwood interrupted Specter, with the man's face brimming with anger that he needed to vent.

"Hey fuck you asshole!" Specter exploded, pointing a finger at the General. "My personal life is none of your fucking business morning wood!"

Glynda managed to suppress her amusement by covering her mouth. But she clearly looked to be holding back, as the ends of her lips curled upwards.

"It's Ironwood!" The General shot back.

"With what I said, that doesn't help you at all." Specter smugly replied.

"Enough! Both of you!" Ozpin snapped at the two, silencing Ironwood's incoming insult. "While I understand the sudden appearance of Specter may have thrown possible plans out the window, his arrival isn't an unwelcomed one. We'll keep a close eye on him, that's what Glynda's here for. But if he says that he is here to offer us his aid, we might as well take advantage of it. With his power on our side, we could potentially deal damage to whatever Salem is planning." It was silent following Ozpin's vouch for Specter. No one could ignore the general's look of disapproval.

The silence was broken by Specter. "Speaking of planning, the whole point of this meeting is to find out what we should do moving forward."

Ironwood huffed. "More like lack there of."

"What Ironwood actually meant was that we can't plan anything yet without Qrow here." Glynda said.

"Ozpin did mention a Qrow figure, who are they?" Specter inquires.

"He actually, Qrow is one of ours, and is mainly working as our field agent. Gathering intelligence, and performing classified missions across Remnant." Ozpin described.

"He is currently in radio silence, meaning we can't contact him, in risk of him being compromised in any way, shape or form." Glynda further clarifies, as she taps on her tablet.

Specter shakes his head in disapproval. "We can't just wait around, we need to be productive, do something as we wait."

"I don't know if you see, but we have other priorities other than Salem here. Me and Ozpin are trying to run a school while Glynda here is trying to maintain order in Beacon. To simply put for your primitive mind, there are other tasks to look after." Ironwood lectured Specter.

Specter growled. "I understand that, but we're talking about the end of the world here. Something that require a lot of attention if you ask me." Specter paused, then popping his head up as an idea enters his thoughts. "You said you only have one field agent. I could act as another."

"Absolutely not! Ozpin, keep your dog on a leash." Ironwood immediately shot down.

"Dog? Who the fuck do you thin-"

"General Ironwood, sir?"

The hologram showed Ironwood looking at his side, before turning his attention back to us. "Please excuse me for a bit." Ironwood's holographic form disappears from Ozpin's desk, as everyone waited in silent anticipation. The general's form returns. "The Atlesian council requests my presence. I need to go, but Ozpin. Do yourself a favour and don't trust the man in front of you."

"Well technically, you're in front of him as well." Specter remarked.

With a final glare at Specter, Ironwood abruptly hung up.

"And I was having a decent day today." Ozpin commented as he massaged his temples.

Specter let out a frustrated sigh, as he turned his attention to Ozpin. "Now what?"

Ozpin, with an unwavering look of determination on his face, looked at Specter. "Listen, while Ironwood may have taken a few things too far, he wasn't wrong on one thing."

Specter narrowed his eyes. "What would that be exactly?" He snarled.

"I can't have you running around Vale, or Remnant as a matter of fact, killing anyone you want. Not to mention that you're also a wanted criminal. So the last thing this world needs is a vigilante. You're staying here, and if you want to head to Vale, it'll be under the constant watch of Ms. Goodwitch right here." Specter was sporting a scowl on his face, as he and the headmaster stared one another down. While only Glynda sighed in annoyance, and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"You know I simply can't just sit around, doing nothing until this Qrow arrives." Specter answered.

"That is correct, which is why I asked for you opinion about fighting, earlier during the end of the initiation." Ozpin paused for a moment before continuing. "How would you like a job?"

Specter glances over to Glynda, who was wide eyed and staring back at Ozpin, clear look of disapproval. "Who do you want dead?" Specter turns back to the headmaster.

Ozpin shakes his head. "No, not a contract, a job. How would you like to be a teacher?"

Specter took a step back, literally taken aback from the sudden offer. While Glynda wasn't faring any better, as she was about to retort. "You see, you won't be doing nothing in your time here, you'll be working as Glynda's teacher assistant."

"Now wait a second Ozpin. I don't need his help to teach, I'm perfectly fine." Glynda said back.

"I agree, she seems perfect competent in her work." Specter adds.

"You both misunderstand. Glynda, I'm doing this so you can still keep an eye on Specter. As for you Specter, remember our conversation back at the initiation?" He nods. "Well, I'm thinking about adding a new curriculum to the combat classes, one that is very important to the student's training as well. I'm calling it, no-aura combat. Seeing as you have a lot of experience with this sort of type of fighting, you can teach that part of class. I'm also willing to also give you the honorary title of Professor as well. On top of all this, you'll be given asylum from the police, as I try to deescalate things. While also giving you a place to stay, food and other basic necessities, all for just staying in our line of sight." Ozpin finishes his offer, as he awaits Specter's answer.

As for Specter, he had a clear look that showcased his dislike for Ozpin's offer. "I don't like being kept as a prisoner, no matter how much you sweetened the deal." Ozpin gripped his cane, as Glynda slowly reached for her riding crop. But to their relief, Specter sighed. "But I really don't want to argue any longer." He sighed. "Fine." Specter reluctantly accepted.

"Thank you." A short silence followed suit after Ozpin's thanks. "Its clear that today's activities has exhausted everyone here. You both are dismissed, you can go to bed if you want." Specter was the first to move, as he made his way to the elevator. "Specter!" Ozpin called out after a few seconds, then the man turned. "Before you retire to your bed, I believe Glynda has spoken to you about another teacher here that will ease your transition into Remnant." He brings out his scroll, and types a text to said teacher. "Meet her in the Beacon gardens, Glynda can show you the way."

Specter simply nodded, he entered the elevator and awaited for Glynda. But the blonde combat instructor instead moved closer to Ozpin, and quietly spoke to him. "While I appreciate the help Ozpin, I don't like how you're forcing him into my life. I want answers too but this is a bit too much already."

Ozpin nodded. "I know, that's where Professor Peach comes in. Trust me, you'll understand through Specter's interaction with her." Ozpin gave her a gentle expression, one of reassurance. Glynda simply sighed and nodded, then made her way to the elevator.


"Who is this Professor Peach?" I asked as we made our way to the gardens.

"She's our Dust specialist and survival expert, so she specializes in two subject areas. She's a sweet forty-seven year old woman, so it would be greatly appreciated if you treat her with respect, please." We arrived at the gardens. It was quite the scenery, patches and rows of flowers along with various plant life. Strangely, it bared a striking resemblance to that of the garden in Dunwall Tower. I spot a figure on a bench, facing away from us.

"She sounds like a decent woman. What's her name?" I asked Glynda.

She just rolled her eyes. "Her name is Jessamine."

Did I hear that correctly? "Wait... Jessa-what?"

Glynda then waves at the woman sitting on the bench. "Jess! Over here!"

By the void. The woman making her way towards us looks none other than late Empress of the Isles. The mother of the current Empress, the one assassinated; that led to her Royal Protector being falsely accused, the selfless and empathic Empress who earned the love and respect of many from the Isles. Last but not least, one of the leaders who actually strived to make a good difference in the Isles, with Emily proudly following her legacy in her own way. And right now, said woman is standing in front of me, looking older than the painting depicting her, yet she still retains the beauty of when she departed from the world. She wore black high heels, with black dress pants. She was also wearing a teal corset with golden trims, the same colours of the Kaldwin family, followed by a white dress shirt. On her head, she was wearing a flat cap, while having a peach-coloured strip of hair running down above her face. She looked different, yet the same as well.

"So, you must be the new professor here. It's a pleasure meeting you, I'm Jessamine, Jessamine Pe-" She raises her hand for a hand shake.

"Kaldwin." But I interrupted her, in which her hand stops midway through. She looks at me, shocked and mouth slightly open, I hear her trying to maintain a steady breath. She retracts her hand, and slowly reached for whatever is behind her back.

"What are you talking about Spec-" Glynda was interrupted by the older professor.

"How do you know that name?" Jessamine asks, with caution in her tone.

I give her a small, yet gentle and reassuring smile.

"Your daughter and Royal Protector really misses you, your majesty." Being respectful to one of the Isles greatest rulers, I place my left hand on my chest, and slightly bow to her. When I stood straight up, I was met with the image of a nearly broken woman.

Her hands together, over her heart, as she fights a losing battle against her tears. What I heard next had the potential to break my heart. Her tone was almost, desperate, as the occasional sob escaped her lips. Tears threatened to fall soon, as she choked out two names. Two names she clearly held in the highest of regards.

"E-Emily? Corvo?"

I simply nod.


Note: Phew, that was a long one. I wanted to cover a series of certain events to make this chapter work. I wanna apologize about how long it took to create this chapter. I had a few things over the summer to worry about, and there was also the other chapter I had to create for my other story. Here's some self-promotion, check it out if you're interested, it's a Killing Floor 2 and RWBY crossover fic. Again, I'm terribly sorry if you manage to spot any grammatical or spelling errors, those can really ruin immersion. But other than that, yeah, I really hoped you enjoyed, until next time! Peace out.