A/N: You know, I'm thinking about making a fanfiction based off of The Great War, or as I call 'The Color War'. It'll surround Julius Arc and just basically be his life story.
Italicized are either thoughts or memories or repeated subjects. Or just putting emphasis on words or phrases.
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"Huh. Stubborn. I am the guardian of Luthen Vaboe, Leader of Vale. I am Julius Arc."
Qrow spat out his drink at the statement before anyone else even thought about how to react. Taiyang just went wide eyed in the back, the Arc family flinched slightly, and both Yang and Ruby were confused. The doctors decided it best to vacate the area.
"Now," Jaune began, "Who are you?"
Fenrir stepped up to talk, ignoring the worried glance from her mother, "We are the Arc family, and you are my little brother Jaune Arc. Now, please snap out of, whatever it is you're in right now."
"I am not Jaune, Arc." The green eyed boy detailed firmly. Fenrir felt ice in her blood for the first time in a while when he said that. It was cold, harsh and meant to leave no room for doubt.
She turned to her parents behind her, a look of worry etched across her face. The two sisters and parents huddled together and began to whisper. Meanwhile, the Rose and Xiao Long family sat there, confusion stained upon their faces.
"I'm just going to call Oz. He can get Glynda down here and she can do her, thing." Qrow leaned down and whispered into Taiyang's ear.
"If that's your choice. In the meantime, I think Yang has seen the extent of the damage that she's done. Punishment enough for her, so we'll head back home." The blonde man sighed out as he stood up from his spot inside the hospital room. He pat Yang's shoulder, who looked up at him mystified for moment before realizing what her father was trying to say. Standing up from her spot as well as garnering Ruby's attention, before all three left the room.
Qrow brought out his scroll, typing away his message and sending it. The Arc family had taken the time to regain themselves after their small family meeting, and Qrow had decided on sticking back and observing this new element. Before, he had been here to escort the Arcs. However, this recent change in demeanor was something to note. He had taught the lessons, and Jaune's eyes were the same pale green the great Savior Julius had. He was insisting on being Julius Arc, then he must obviously know something Qrow knew. Because what Qrow knew, a lot of people didn't know.
"Okay, if you're really Julius then tell me, what side did you fight for?" Qrow slurred the question, earning a hardened glare from Julius.
"The side of independence of course. Freedom of expression was something the Arc family has carried with it for generations, losing that would have been the end of the family line." He stated with pride laced within his voice. Qrow suddenly felt a like he was about to be taught a history lesson. The Arcs that were currently there more or less sat there, listening intently to what Jaune was about to say.
"That is all."
Silence.
No history lesson. No background story. None of it. Qrow sighed before taking a swig of his alcoholic beverage, taking out his scroll to check what time it was and mumble, "Huh, three in the morning. He should be here soon."
"Who should be here soon?" Serine asked out of the blue. Catching his attention, he didn't bother answering as his prediction came true. The door opened ever so slightly, allowing a lean old man to walk in, a young woman in toe. The Arc family, Jaune included, moved their attention towards their new visitors.
"You called, Qrow?" A grey old man asked, cane in one hand. It took everyone a while to register what was going on, but Keith realized what was happening sooner than most.
"Ozpin? Is Glynda with you?" the question was simple – no hostility to it at all. Ozpin simply nodded, the gesture being returned. Glynda soon came through the door, purple dust within her hand.
"Qrow specifically asked for Glynda to, and I quote, 'Do her thing'. So, she will perform telepathic therapy for Jaune here. It will allow her to reach into Mister Arc's mind, and see what has caused this. A diagnoses is in order before anything else can happen." Ozpin remedied out the words to everyone present, letting them sink in before nodding to Glynda.
The women cleared her throat before talking, "I require everyone but Mister Arc to leave the room. This will take a while, so please, be patient."
Everyone gave grunts and nods of understanding, standing up to leave the room. On the way out however, Fenrir stopped next to Goodwitch, whispering small words of question. Glynda would ignore these words, but take them to heart when she finished here.
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Everyone vacated the room at the order of Glynda, or so that what Julius had collected. He had taken in his surroundings as to look for an escape route prior to the knowledge that he was with family. But, even then, he had doubts. He was right to have them of course, however that meant he had to have confirmations as well.
Genetically speaking, the Arc family was a very colorful one. As seen with Fenrir's strong red hair, or Keith's ocean blue eyes, they were a family built on it. Blonde and blue eyes, however recessive the genes were, were the most seen combination amongst the famous family. It was the reason he fought in The Color War after all, to keep his family safe.
Anyways, the fact that two were there claiming to be Arc's that had the common blonde hair blue eyes was confirmation enough for him. Other than the window at the other end of the room, and the door not far to the left of it, there was no way to get out. So, he opted for the second best action. Surrender. Bear would not approve of course, but he didn't have to know. Julius didn't have anything else information wise. The clock stated it was two forty three in the morning, but he had no idea about things like location, dates. He was in the dark, and as he had learned in boot camp, it was not a good thing to be in the dark.
"So, which would you prefer," the soothing voice of woman a broke his thoughts, "Jaune, or Mister Arc?"
"My name is Julius, so please call me as is." His reply seemed to confuse, only for it to leave its place upon her features. She sighed as she fiddled with the purple dust in her hand, grabbing a chair and moving it right next to the hospital bed. The blonde woman brought up the dust crystal and placed it upon his head, and memory struck him like a rock. He remembered this procedure. They'd done it before, to help with those suffering from PTSD. He didn't change his posture at all, even with the foreknowledge of this treatment.
Instead, he opted for acting clueless. Deceiving his enemy was something he had become slightly good at, while also having some nature idiocy to use to his advantage. Deceiving the woman would be one way to escape, if the opportunity presented itself.
"What is it you are trying to achieve?" he asked, putting in a clueless tone as well as a slight tip of his head. Glynda met his eyes briefly before gazing at the dust crystal on his head.
"I am going to perform a type of therapy that will allow us to diagnose what effect Miss Xiao Long's, escapade, had on you." She answered in a professional tone. Jaune simply nodded, and before long had transcended out of consciousness.
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Glynda internally sighed at the question he had asked. She didn't have time to answer it, but she did so anyways, attempting to make it short. She was called in by Ozpin, who was called in by Qrow, to perform therapy on a young man. It made her slightly angry that they couldn't have had a doctor come and attempt to do this.
One thing struck her as odd though. Qrow called Ozpin on very short notice, and it had been for something like this? If this was the case, than this wasn't as 'small' as she thought. It made her wary, and rightfully so, as delving into someone's mind and memories was a task not to take lightly. It involved a level of control as well as will power to even achieve this type of treatment, not to mention strength. A treatment of this level was very hard to achieve, but with an aura manipulation semblance like hers, it was a whole lot easier.
The moment she had answered the question given to her, she had reached into her patients mind with her semblance, causing both her and Jaune to fall into unconsciousness. It would take a while for her to navigate through the labyrinth of memories, but it would be a shorter amount of time in the physical world. However, this was a dream state she could control, meaning she could go and pick a memory like one would a flower. But, of course, something like this had a balanceable property. She could look for the memory she needed, however she would have to play through all the memories that led up to that point. So, it was an easy yet taxing process. Like how you have to read a story in order to understand why it was made.
But something was wrong. She couldn't find the memory she was looking for, but instead she found memories of something, no, someone else. She was just skimming, but she could tell these were not the memories of one Jaune Arc, but rather someone related to him.
Suddenly, a heavy throb of pain traveled through her body, causing her to stumble slightly. The memories she was skimming through disappeared, and she held her head as pain etched across her face. He was shutting her out of his memories, keeping her from seeing where she would start. Even through the pain, she drew two conclusions from this simple action.
One, was that this boy had amazing mental strength and Aura control. He was currently resisting an age old technique combined with a semblance, and was blotting out what she could perceive. It was no small feat, but not that big either. It was still none the less surprising to Glynda however, as she had never dealt with something a kin to this before. Two, was that he actually knew what the procedure was, and what she was currently trying to do.
The blonde woman blinked a few times as light suddenly blinded her vision. A warm breeze that carried the scent of pine forest drifted through the air, caressing her nerves as the light proceeded to deter from brightening. As Glynda took in her surroundings, she realized that she stood atop a small hill that was next to a pine forest, a sky of blue only lightly conquered by clouds. This grasped her attention, and allowed a presence, that she ceased to notice, to approach her.
A gloved hand made itself known on her shoulder, causing Glynda to jump in surprise at the contact. She whirled around to confront the owner of the hand, only to meet eyes of a pale green color.
"Hello, Miss Glynda Goodwitch."
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Ozpin waited patiently outside with Qrow. The Arcs had left due to Serine fainting after coming to the realization of the situation, as well as what it might mean. Ozpin and Qrow had been silent for the first few moments before Qrow began a conversation.
"So," he turned his attention from the door, "I think the kid isn't lying, even though this hasn't happened before."
"Yes, I believe so as well. The doctors made all particular notes available to me, and I read through them as such." Ozpin conversed to the red eyed hunter.
Qrow nodded, "Lemme guess, Blue eyes turning a Pale Green?"
"Precisely."
"At first that struck me as off as well, Oz. I thought something along the lines of heavy brain damage, but it seems we might be dealing with something else." Qrow stated, quickly swigging the alcohol stored in his coat.
Ozpin fiddled with his cane a bit before returning the conversation, "It seems that this may be a confirmation of Aura Reincarnation."
Qrow gave the old man a weird look, only earning a slight nod from Ozpin before the man continued, "He claims to be Julius Arc. A long dead relative to the Arc family line, and a very prestigious military hero and commander. He was said to have golden hair like the suns' rays, as well as pale green eyes that could pierce your soul. He also was the guar-"
"Guardian of Luthen Vaboe, Leader of Vale. He said that out loud with this high and mighty voice when he first woke up." Qrow interrupted Ozpin, slurring his words ever so slightly.
Ozpin quirked up at that, "Indeed. Not to mention the doctors and Aura specialists were particular with their words when they said his eye's changed their shade of blue to a pale green. I wouldn't be surprised if this was what we are witnessing at this moment."
"Guh," Qrow slurred out, "Whatever. We'll know what we're dealing with here in a moment if Glynda does her thing."
Ozpin turned towards the door again, "So we shall."
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"M-Mister Arc!" She practically shouted in surprise, eyes widening. Jaune stood in front of her, however was adorned in different clothing. A black leather tail coat with a hood sewn into it sat on his form, brown leather pants accompanied that as well. Metal boots hugged his feet, and armor adorned his shoulders. They were glistening white with gold trimmings, which seemed fresh and clean. On his back there was a metal sheathe of the same color, only for dirty. Scraped and dented, it looked as if it had been used relentlessly and hadn't been taken care of.
"I assure you Glynda, you don't have to call me by formalities." He stated in a composed, friendlier tone. It was as if he knew her on a personal level, by which means she had no idea how he could have, and was talking to an old friend.
"Then, Jaune?"
"No. I am Julius, Julius Arc." He stated firmly, no room for uncertainty within it.
Glynda nodded, "Okay, Julius. What's the date here?"
Julius simply looked at her before turning behind him, his gaze heading elsewhere. Glynda's eyes followed his gaze, and settle upon what looked like an encampment. A flag flew over it, and her eyes knew what they met. It had the design of twin axes crossed over, with wheat circling them both. A flag from The Color War.
"Today is Tuesday, the fourteenth of second summer." Julius stated, his fellow blonde letting out a small gasp of realization.
"But that's the day The Great War started!" She exclaimed. Julius only sighed before he looked back down at her, his towering figure standing for independence and free will.
"I don't understand why you call it 'The Great War' when we call it 'The Color War'," He scratched the back of his head before continuing, "These are my memories I understand, but try to learn from them while we travel through them for a bit longer. You will surely believe who I say to be after, yes?"
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A/N: So this chapter was a tad bit longer than last one, and that will be how I work. Once I get a little more into it, I'll put more into each chapter. I hope around five thousand words are a good medium for you all.
Thanks to tforce, azrielhallowed, Vledgeallmighty, Toy2711, ToxicFreedom, and Nanashi Namae Nashi for following this fanfiction. Yes, I noticed the notifications in the shared email, and you guys are the first six to follow this.
Now, the whole line Jaune/Julius pulled with the date was a little something I decided to put in myself. It's a calendar system, and it's extremely alike to ours. Basically, I divided the twelve months by four, because four seasons, and got this in my head.
December, January, and February are First, Second, and Third Winter.
March, April, and May are First, Second, and Third Spring.
June, July, and August are First, Second, and Third Summer.
And then September, October, and November are First, Second, and Third Fall.
I just thought, since Remnant doesn't have any clear calendar system, why not implement my own. Other than that, I'll give you guys another chapter in about a weeks' time, maybe a little over.
-T3nuous_Hai1