Well boys and girls this chapter has taken way to long to write, TIME TO BURN MY ASS AT THE STAKE!

But in all seriousness though, I really don't have an excuse for the long delay. Sorry to anyone who has been legitimately waiting for this update. I just sorta lost interest in writing for awhile. Although I could say that work interfered somewhat, I still had enough free time to get this out much sooner. Again, I'm sorry.

With that said, I hope you enjoyed what I've written here. If there is any errors in spelling or grammar, I'm sorry for that as well. Apart from 'Phoenix Champion' taking a look at the chapter before it was finished, I haven't had this properly beta read by anyone. Couple that with the fact that I don't want to wait any longer and that it's currently 4 A.M at the time of writing this note, needless to say that there is most likely mistakes that I missed.

Another thing to point out is that Ryu WILL BE IN THIS STORY! He will get his official introduction in the next chapter. I intended for him to be introduced this chapter, but I'm going to stick with the game as far as that intro is concerned. Trying to do it now just felt forced to me, no matter how I wrote it. Anyways, I'm curious as to what people think about this, especially the individual segments towards the end. Are they good? Are they bad? You tell me.

From this point on my attention will shift between this and my FF9 crossover, just to let you know. Once again, I'm sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy.

*I do NOT own Breath of Fire OR RWBY. I'm just some schmuck who is a fan. Nothing more.*


Chapter 2: Escape.

Dauna Mine.

Located in the Dauna Region, this mining system is the world's richest source for Chrysm, a rare and magical mineral. These clear-ish, light purple rocks serve as the only way to power any machines. Without it, necessary luxuries like; production plants, lighthouses, and fishing boats would all cease to function. Yes, Chrysm truly is a precious resource, but where does it come from?

Dragons.

To be more precise, the petrified remains of dragons. Countless years have buried and crystallized these once great dragons. It's recorded that these dragons nearly brought the world to ruin. How ironic it is that they now help it prosper.

Deep in Dauna Mine, two workers are currently finishing up with the explosives that are rigged to blast a massive chunk of Chrysm.

"So, what dragon do you think this was before it turned into this huge chunk?" asked Gary, a member of the Grassrunner clan. These humanoid dogs are one of the older tribes, existing since the war with the dragons.

"If you want my honest opinion, I don't really care. The only reason as to why I'm here is to make my living. As long as I can put food on my table, the details aren't important." replied Mogu, a Dirt-Eating member. This mole clan was the only one not known before or during the dragon war. Because they were living underground, they were largely unaffected by the chaos.

"Wait," Gary said, halting his part of wiring the dynamite, "you're saying that you're not curious at all?"

"Mmm Hmm." was the reply he received.

"That's just like you Mogu. I for one would like to know how dragons could go from scales and bones, to crystals." Gary said as he continued his work.

"Well next time you're in Windia, ask a scholar about it, I'm sure they'll know. Speaking of Windia, you almost done over there? I want to finish this up, clock out, and start my vacation." Mogu said. The mole man then made his way to the detonator that was set at the bottom of a ramp, behind a large rock.

"Right behind ya." Gary replied as he rushed to where his partner was. Once both guys were away from the blast zone, Mogu started his countdown.

"3-2-1!" After one, Mogu pushed the plunger down and sent the signal to the dynamite. Almost immediately after, the explosives did its job and blew the ore apart. The force of the blast shook the large room for several seconds as chunks of Chrysm were sent flying in different directions.

"I think that did it. Now all we have to do is report this to the boss and off we go to Windi-." Gary started to say before he was cut off by four screeches. This scared the duo for two reasons. One, the mines were cleared of any monsters on a daily basis. Two, they were the only sources of life in the room. That's what they thought anyway. With fear coursing through their veins, the two looked over the large rock where the screeches came from.

There, in a hole where Chrysm was, were four small dragons looking around the room. Each dragon was a different color.

Red, White, Black, and finally, Yellow.

"D-dragons…" Mogu whispered out.

Gary was still silent at this point. However, he realized some things. By the looks of it, they were infants, they hadn't noticed them two, and that they could make enough money from this to never have to work again. Slowly, the Grassrunner picked up a hammer that rested just behind his feet and aimed at one of the baby dragons.

"Gary. What do you call yourself doing?" Mogu asked in a whisper.

Gary turned to his partner with a glint in his eyes and replied,"They're just babies, I don't think they can really harm us. If we were to capture them, think of how much profit we could make. We would never have to work another day in our lives. Besides, wouldn't you like to spend more time with your family?"

The reasoning behind his friend's proposal was hard to fight at the time. If there was another way to earn a decent salary while being able to see his family more often, Mogu would take it. With a nod, Mogu grabbed his hammer that was attached to his belt and copied his partner. After a silent countdown from five, both men threw their hammers at the dragons. The blunt objects came into contact with the heads of the red and black infant dragons. This action earned a screech of pain from the first two and startled the white and yellow ones.

"We've got them by surprise Mogu, let's get em!" Gary shouted and charged at the four, his friend right beside him. Both men got within arm's length before realizing their fatal error. The white and yellow duo released a burning, lethal breath of energy towards the two miners. The breath attacks arched outward in a fan shape, blanketing the two men easily. The pain that they felt was short, lasting only a couple of seconds before everything went dark.

On the ground were two severely charred bodies that faced upward. Just by observation, nobody would be able to identify the two men, much less their races.

The two dragons that were hit shook off the small bumps and, with the other two following suit, made their way out of the room and into a short corridor. Along the dimly lit hall was varying mining essentials. Pick axes, hammers, chisels, lanterns, and thick pieces of lumber were all bunched together in a neat mess down the hall. The two things that was missing from this scene that you would expect was miners and noise. Aside from the faint sounds of work still going on beyond the hall, it looked as if everyone had decided to leave together. Though this meant nothing to the four dragons as they still had the mindset of getting out of here. Stepping over anything that was in their way, the dragons made it halfway down before another worker entered through the other end.

"Oh no. Boss, come quick, you're not going to believe this!" The worker shouted as he ran in the opposite direction.

Curious about the commotion, the four preceded to follow the man who seemingly ran away from them. Upon exiting the hall, the sight that they were met with was something that would stick with them for a long time. At the center of what could easily pass as the heart of the mine was the skeletal remains of a fully grown dragon. These remains rested in a large crater surrounded by wooded platforms and support beams.

On instinct, the baby dragons slowly walked up to the bigger dragon. There was just enough of a gap between the dead dragon and the babies so that the four couldn't actually touch it. Noticing this, the four started to screech at the dead dragon, as if they were trying to gain its attention. This continued on for a couple of minutes before heavy footsteps caught their attention from the right.

"You know, I'm starting to think that the whole 'dragons are extinct' thing was just made up to throw everyone off for some reason. Imagine my reaction when I see one of your kind walking out of the mine yesterday, bleary eyed and confused as if it was just born. Now you're telling me that there is FOUR MORE?" A deep, loud voice said. Saying that the man behind the voice was massive would be an understatement. Standing at around eight feet, twice as wide as any normal human because of muscle, and having a strong resemblance of an ox, the man was certainly an imposing individual. The ox man continued talking, assuming that the four dragons could understand him.

"Oh well, I guess it's for the best. Just means that everyone will get an even bigger pay bonus. Now let's keep this as clean as possible and you four come with me, alright?" The large man said as he reached for a nearby piece of heavy lumber. With the aggression from the last two still fresh in their minds, the baby dragons prepared for another breath attack to defend themselves. However, before they could release, a voice echoed through their heads.

"Nooooooo!"

Confused as to where the voice came from, the dragons ceased their breath attacks and began looking for the source. Taking this as a sign of compliance, the ox man used the piece of lumber to strike the infants on their heads, effectively knocking them out.

"That should do it," The ox man said, "Alright guys, the cargo tram should be here in a few minutes. Get these four into separate cages and put them with the green one. Also, put those oddly designed weapons in with them. They'll likely get us even more out of this." The man was met with a chorus of "Yes sir" as the miners set about the new orders.

'It's strange how those four dragons match the colors of those weapons,' The ox man thought. 'Bah, I'm sure I'm just over thinking it all.'


Ruby Rose. The little red reaper of Beacon Academy awoke with a small headache in total darkness on her back. Standing up from that position, the young girl scanned her surroundings only to be met with nothing. Although it was dark, Ruby felt that she could see just fine, it was just that nothing existed for her to see.

"Hello," Ruby called out, her voice echoing in the nothingness, "is anybody there? Weiss, Blake, Yang, can you hear me?" No voice was returned in the silence. The young reaper wanted to consider this as a bad dream, that she would wake up with her friends near her. However, this didn't feel like a dream. Panic began to set in for Ruby as she ran forward. Her thought was that if she moved in any direction that she would see something, ANYTHING. The nothingness that surrounded her gave the feeling of oppression, like something in the universe wanted the poor girl erased from existence. After what felt like hours when really it was only seconds, she saw something.

In the short distance was a small gray sphere. When Ruby saw the sphere, her instincts told her that it was friendly, that it had answers and would keep her safe. However, the girl slowed to a steady walk. Afraid that she would scare it off and that she would be alone again, the reaper approached with caution. When she got close enough, Ruby noticed that the sphere was about as big as her head and hovered at the same height.

"Don't be afraid young one, I will not leave you in this place." A deep voice rumbled in her mind, startling the girl and causing her to jump back slightly.

"Who said that, where are you?" Ruby asked frantically. The voice continued talking as it ignored her questions.

"Touch the sphere in front of you and wake up to see familiar faces. When you do, remember this, everything will be explained in due time. The world will be foreign, dangerous, and scary. But do not fret. You will still have your friends by your side in this quest for answers. Seek out your guardian and stay by his side. Only he will be able to lead you to me. Now go Ruby Rose, wake up from this forsaken place."

The reaper of Beacon seemed to calm down as the voice spoke. It sounded like it had immense power behind it, yet it was gentle at the same time. Putting her faith in what the voice said, Ruby took the gray sphere into both hands and was engulfed in a bright light. The next thing she felt and heard was the warmth from the sun and the sound of birds chirping.


There was few situations, at least by Weiss Schnee's opinion, that could really catch her off guard.

An unknown opponent? Please, that could be handled with grace and ease.

A surprise quiz from Oobleck or Port? Passed without breaking a sweat. Hell, she would be willing to wager that she already knows all the answers for the next quiz as well.

Yang's puns? They're hardly worth any reaction to begin with.

However, currently running for what felt like days in an empty void? Now this is something that she never expected to experience in her lifetime. Having woke up in this unknown location, Weiss called out for her team and even played along with what she thought was a prank. But as the time and the eerie silence continued to stretch on, Weiss concluded that this was anything but a harmless prank. With this realization in mind, the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company began to walk forward as she continued to call out for her friends. The walking soon increased speed before turning into jogging, which then turned into a full sprint shortly after that.

Dread and fear continuously poured into every fiber of Weiss' being with each second that passed. Fear of what could be lurking in the darkness around her, fear of being powerless, and fear of being alone all crowded Weiss Schnee's thoughts.

"RUBY, BLAKE, YANG! SOMEONE, ANYONE PLEASE ANSWER ME!" Weiss cried. Tears streamed down her face more and more with each word that passed from her lips. Like every other time before, Weiss was only met with the sounds of her shallow breaths and quick steps. With no answer again, Weiss finally collapsed to her knees in exhaustion. As the tears continued to fall, Weiss Schnee mentally pleaded for a miracle. The heiress' pleas were answered in the form of a voice that bellowed through her mind.

"The time for fear is over my young one." Weiss immediately shot her eyes up to look for where that voice came from. The only thing she saw was a gray sphere that rested at her knees.

Not one to question the new voice in this situation, Weiss said the first thing that came to mind. "Please, you have to help me get out of here."

The voice continued on as if it couldn't hear her, yet it still answered request in a way.

"You are about to embark on an adventure in a new world. Sadly, you will have no choice but to see it through to the end. You will experience relentless hardships, face unknown evils, and be forced to make difficult decisions. However, do not fear, for your friends will be by your side to help. Now take hold of the sphere in front of you and go. Remember this young one, search for the guardian. He will be able to lead you to me. Only when we meet in person will I be able to explain everything in detail. Now go, leave this barren place."

As the voice finished speaking, Weiss felt a gentle warmth radiate from the gray sphere. With the only other option being to stay where she was, Weiss grabbed the sphere with both hands and was immediately blinded by a bright light.


Blake Belladonna never really knew how it felt to have an easy life. Because of the fact that she was born a faunus, hatred and disgust were the main emotions that she felt directed towards herself. This lead to her joining a group called The White Fang at a young age. At first this looked to be the best choice that she could have made since everyone else in the group wanted the same thing that she did, equality for the Faunus race. Wanting nothing more than to get their points of equality across peacefully, Blake truly believed that she had finally found a good home.

However, as these peaceful protests yielded little results over time, the extreme members began to get violent. With the protests morphing into acts of terrorism as the extreme members became more aggressive, Blake ran away from The White Fang. She eventually started to consider herself a coward with all the running that she did. Whenever a major problem arose, instead of tackling it head on, Blake ran away from it until it either forgot about her or resolved itself.

But this? Nobody could really blame her for running away from this, right? Actually running isn't the correct word for it, more like speedy walking. On the outside, at a glance, Blake looked to be mostly calm and collected. Upon closer inspection would show her dilated eyes and the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. Finally, looking into her mind would show how badly she wanted to leave this depressing place. However, there was one thing that kept her as calm as she was.

The thought of her friends.

Before Beacon, there was only one man who she could really consider a friend in the White Fang. This was the case until his actions in the group turned sour and violent. Now at Beacon, Blake discovered that there was people who actively cared about her well-being, people who wanted to see her succeed, people who she would happily stand by with in battle. Yes, Blake had friends, and it would be a cold day in hell if she even thought of leaving them to save herself.

"Ruby, Weiss, Yang. If you can hear me, say something, we need to get back to Beacon and report to Ozpin as soon as possible." Blake said in the most level voice that she could manage. She didn't trust herself to shout as she was confident that her fear would be heard if she did. Her voice got no response, just the faint echo of what she had said and the noise from her steps was all that she heard. The instincts of the cat faunus flared at this point. They were begging her to run, to get away from here. Her teammates were strong and smart, they could figure out how to get out of this place and back to Beacon on their own, right? Better yet, they could already be back at Beacon now waiting for her.

With those thoughts now in mind, Blake ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Was it cowardice to get away, or was it self-determination that fueled her speed?

Maybe neither.

Maybe both.

All that Blake Belladonna knew for certain was that she wanted to run, and so she did. After running for what felt like a mile, Blake soon discovered that all that running was just a brief burst of energy as she struggled to take some much needed deep breaths. Blake soon came to a complete stop, only to fall right on her back after straightening herself up.

For the longest time Blake just rested there as she looked towards what she assumed was the direction of the sky. In this accursed place, nothing made any logical sense. For all that the faunus knew, up could actually be down. At this point though, she didn't care at all. The only thing that Blake wanted to do way find her friends, get out of here, and return to Beacon. After listening to her erratic breathing, Blake heard a new sound, something that she hadn't heard in what felt like a long time.

It was the sound of someone sobbing.

Taking this as a sign that one of her teammates was nearby, Blake sat up and began to quickly look around her surroundings, only to see that she was still alone. Confused about where the sound came from, the cat faunus realized that she was the one who was sobbing.

With her final reserved wall now broken, Blake Belladonna allowed the tears to flow. 'This is it,' Blake thought, 'I'm going to be trapped here for the rest of my life. I'll never get back to Beacon. I'll never see my friends again.'

Blake continued to allow the dread of this situation to consume her, unaware of an odd gray sphere that hovered above her head.

"Dry your eyes young one, it is time for action." A deep, distorted voice boomed inside her mind. The faunus once again shot her head up to look around, this time she knew that it wasn't her. Glancing up, Blake finally saw something different, a gray sphere.

"Hello?" Blake asked with a voice that broke slightly. However, it continued to speak inside her mind as it ignored her confusion.

"Your journey is far from over I'm afraid. Soon you will leave this place and reunite with your friends once again. When you see them again is when your new journey will begin. Along the way you will encounter wicked beings, perhaps even worse than what you have already seen. However, do not cry young one for you will not be alone. Your current and new friends will stand by your side. I promise you this, you will not be alone for this journey. Along the way, remember this, seek out the guardian. He will lead you to me. Once we meet in person I will explain everything. Now go, take the sphere and return to those you hold close to your heart."

Taking a huge gamble with her friends in mind, Blake took hold of the sphere. 'Please, just send me home with my friends, that's all I want.' The faunus thought as a bright light suddenly invaded her vision.


Yang Xiao Long preferred the simpler things in life to keep her entertained. Drinks, dancing, and puns were what fueled her ideal, yet typical evenings out on the town. Yet what kind of evening would it be without friends to help her enjoy it? A blandish one, that's what kind. The blonde buxom brawler of Beacon always had someone close to her in case she wanted to go party, a fact that she secretly congratulated herself on. If you were a new face and had even the smallest look of knowing how to have fun, chances are that you would know Yang before the week was over.

However, if anyone looked hard enough they would see the real reason as to why the fun loving fighter always surrounded herself with new friends. Yang Xiao Long, despite her upbeat personality, didn't want to feel abandoned, not again. This problem stems from when she was at a young age. Her mother had one day decided to leave both Yang and her father for reasons unknown to the brawler. The feeling of abandonment devastated the young girl and from that point on, sought out company from wherever she could find it.

Whether or not this decision was intentional or subconscious, nobody knows.

Yet, after all the people that she has come to know and care about, all the people that she had surrounded herself with, all the people she had ever met, Yang Xiao Long was once again feeling abandoned. In what she assumed was hell, Yang had nobody to protect and nobody to protect her in return.

Yang Xiao Long, despite her best efforts, was once again alone.

To make matters even worse, this hell that she was in seemed to intensify this feeling. For Oum's sake she didn't even have the feeling of the wind and sunlight here! Collectively this was the worst that the brawler had ever felt in her life. Even an entire army of grimm couldn't match this level of fear and misery. And as much as she didn't want to admit it, not even her teammates facing serious danger could match this.

Ruby, despite her childish and overly friendly demeanor, is smart enough to be able to think on her feet and is more than capable of defending herself. Although Yang knows that she doesn't need to, she still worries about her safety.

Weiss is one of those people that would surprise you if you underestimated her. With her snobby and selfish characteristics aside, Weiss knows how defuse a chaotic situation when it matters most.

Blake, her partner, doesn't need much explaining. By this point almost everyone at Beacon knew how well the mysterious girl could keep her emotions in check in nearly any situation. Aside from a few scattered moments, Blake showed very little weakness.

However, could the same things be said about herself? In Yang's own opinion, no they could not. The only things that she really excelled at were; puns, partying, and beating what problems she could into submission with her fists. None of which were called for in this kind of situation. This was the reason as to why Yang was running like her life depended on it with only one objective in mind. Get out of here, wherever here was. The plan was simple. Get out of here, find the rest of her team, return to Beacon, report to Ozpin, and go to bed. But as she has heard many times before, the first step is usually the hardest. Under normal circumstances, Yang would have started to use her gauntlets, Ember Celica, to blast her way out of this place once running proved fruitless.

However, as if the great Monty Oum himself hated her for some reason, Yang was without her weapons, so she was stuck to just running to find an exit. At some point Yang realized that running was meaningless, that there was no exit to be found. Taking a break from the running to catch her breath, the blonde brawler bent down enough to put her hands on her knees and take in some much needed breaths. It was here that Yang wanted to cry. Crying would help, crying would make the pain go away for a little bit right?

'No,' Yang thought, 'I'll be damned if I let myself cry now.' With that small resolve, Yang went with the next best thing. Taking in one last deep breath, Yang closed her eyes and screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The scream that she let out was loud, primal, and most definitely blood curdling. This whole situation was already driving the blonde mad as evident by the scream, but that wasn't the only thing that showed the madness. The scream had also caused Yang's semblance to ignite. With her hair embroiled in a golden flame and eyes now open and red with fury, the blonde brawler of Beacon looked menacing to say the least. At this point, it would take a miracle for Yang to get back to a rational mind.

"Calm thyself young one, your desires to see your loved ones and leave this abysmal will be made reality. But first, I must give you warning of your future." A voice said, boomed through the head of Yang Xiao Long. The miracle was made, and it came in the form of a deep, odd sounding voice. Yang was certain that the language was something that she had never heard before and was REALLY certain that she shouldn't be able to understand it. However, none of that fully registered for that blonde. She was about to leave this nightmare and see Ruby and the rest of her team again, that's all that mattered. With a level head once again, Yang listened to what the voice had to say.

"The world you are about to enter is wounded. Scarred by needless violence and inhabited by misguided life. Some will call you and your friends monsters. Some will turn their backs on you. And some will even try to enslave and kill you. While there are some who will seek to gain in life by any means possible, please do not show anger to them all. Some have just been misguided through false history and religious practices. They do not know the truth."

As the voice continued on, a gray sphere appeared in front of the brawler. A tiny amount of fear crept up her spine as this was yet another abnormal unknown that was being introduced. But instead of trying to destroy the sphere, Yang opted to see if the voice would explain it.

"Take this sphere and leave this place. Seek out your guardian and stay with him. He will be the one that will lead you and your friends to me. Once we meet in person I will explain why fate brought you here. Now go young one, go and seek the truth."

As the voice finished, Yang did something for the first time in this rotten place. She grinned. "Well new world, get ready to be shaken up by a Yang." The blonde brawler thought as she grabbed the sphere with her right hand. As soon as she made contact, a bright light invaded her vision.